One King's Way (On Dublin Street #6.5)(44)

“Mm mm mmm mmmm.”

I translated her cereal-muffled words as “I’m not acting weird.” “Yes, you are.” I thought at first her weirdness was because of the conclusion we’d come to after she found out about Craig.

Darcy didn’t want me to be unhappy, and I didn’t want to leave her alone, so we’d decided I would think long and hard on what to do.

Now that I had seen for myself how happy and comfortable Darcy was here in Sydney, what I wanted was to go home to Craig.

But I was terrified he wouldn’t want me back after I chose to leave him.

I hadn’t confided this to Darcy, so I assumed her unusual quietness and avoidance of me this last week was because she felt guilty that she was part of this difficult decision.

However, last night I got home earlier from the supermarket than I said I would and she didn’t hear me come in. When I strode into her bedroom to ask her something she jumped like a scared rabbit and slammed her laptop closed.

Very suspicious behavior indeed.

“What are you up to?”

Darcy swallowed hard and gave me this heavy sigh that I wasn’t convinced wasn’t manufactured. “Well I was going to deal with it myself as a surprise but you nearly caught me last night . . . so . . .”

I slid onto the stool next to hers. “So?”

She grinned in excitement. “I want to do a store launch party here in Sydney.” She rambled on before I could interrupt. “We didn’t do one in Edinburgh but it would work so well here. We know people with great connections here . . . One of which”—her eyes widened with even more excitement, if possible—“is the fashion buyer for one of Australia’s biggest online department stores, and I’ve arranged a meeting with him, and if he likes our store there might be a deal to made and they’d probably help us with the launch party so that it’s epic.”

I frowned at this news. “I thought we were going to stay independent. Not sell through a department store.”

“Well we’d have to work out all the details with him. I’m pretty sure our lawyer would be able to work out a deal where we can still sell independently to Australia. Other designers do it.”

“But we’re not designers.” I rubbed my forehead at the magnitude. “I mean we are but we’re also an online boutique. Boutiques do not sell at department stores.”

Darcy’s face fell. “You hate the idea.”

“No. I don’t. I thought you did, so it’s just a surprise, especially with . . .”

“You still not having made up your mind about staying here,” she finished for me. “Well,” she mused over it, “I tell you what . . . Why don’t you take the meeting instead? You are the business side of this business, so it really only makes sense.”

I guess it couldn’t hurt and it would be a nice distraction. “Okay. When and where is the meeting set?”

“In two days at a bar on King’s Way. We decided a bar kept it relaxed, casual, no pressure.”

“Okay. I’ll be there.”

*

As I walked into the bar at number one King’s Way, where I was supposed to be meeting Henry Lawson, fashion buyer, I was calm and prepared. If I were perhaps more excited at the prospect of adding the items we sold at Darraign to a department store I might have been nervous, but as it was I was unsure about the whole thing, so I felt like I was attending the meeting to feel this guy out as much as he was interviewing me.

The huge bar was positioned center of the room with tables and stools at the window and tables and bench seating along the right. There was no one on this side of the bar, so I smiled at the bartender, who nodded hello and began to walk around to the other side.

I scanned the seating that ran along the outer wall and then flicked my gaze up toward the end of the bar.

And I froze in place.

My heart was pounding in my ears as I stared at the oh-so-familiar profile of the man sitting at the end of the bar, drinking a beer.

A gorgeous profile.

Beloved.

That word always sounded so cheesy to me unless it was said at a wedding or a funeral, but it was the one perfect word right now for how I felt about him.

As if he sensed my stare, he looked up and tensed. His intimate gaze burned through my clothes as he studied every inch of me. And then he unfolded his tall, beautiful body from the stool and started striding slowly toward me.

Craig stopped a few feet from me and I almost moaned in distress.

I wanted him in my arms.

I wanted to breathe him in.

And yet for some reason my feet wouldn’t move.

“Looking for Henry Lawson?” He gave me a small smile with more than a hint of wicked mischief in it.

Once I stopped shivering in pleasure at the sound of his deep voice I processed his words. My mouth fell open in surprise. “Darcy . . . She set this up?”

Craig nodded, his expression suddenly serious. “She called me to tell me that you wanted to come home but you were afraid I wouldn’t want you anymore because you left.”

I felt another jolt of surprise. Christ, my sister knew me much better than I realized.

“I told her I understood why you left and I’ve never held it against you. For three weeks I wished for a reason to hate you, to make it easier, but there was none. I had nothing to hold on to but the sheer amount of love and agony I felt watching you walk through security at the airport.” The pain melted from his eyes. “Until now.”