“Ever seen that ideal in practice?” she challenged.
He nodded. “My parents. My sister and her husband. Though there are different aspects to their marriages. My mother might appear subordinate to my father, but she is very serious, very caring about her charity work and Dad respects and supports her desire to help, to make a difference. He doesn’t demand that she always be at his side, looking after his needs. On the other hand, Charlotte and Damien are two like minds, sharing everything. Both have very solid marriages.”
He spoke with such warmth about his family, Erin couldn’t help feeling a stab of envy. “That’s nice. You’re very lucky, Peter.”
“No.” He shook his head. “They are. They found the right partners.”
She looked at him curiously. “So which kind of marriage would you envisage for yourself, the first or the second?”
It could be possible for her to fit into the first mould, she was thinking. No way the second.
“I think if you find the person you want to spend your life with, you work it out from there.”
“Hmm…that’s an interesting theory, Peter.” She smiled at him. “Meanwhile you’re hanging loose.”
He laughed and a hot blast of sexy blue twinkles zipped from his eyes and tingled all over her. “Not so loose at the moment,” he drawled, leaving Erin in a ridiculously blissful state of exhilaration.
The parting of the ways was not going to happen today.
Peter Ramsey still wanted her.
Her prince…
She didn’t care how different their worlds were. In fact, it would be fascinating to have a little taste of his today, so it was worth making the effort to fit in as well as she could, not create any awkward waves. Just being with him was making her feel anything was possible between them.
He drove around the northern end of Hyde Park and pulled up behind the taxi rank in Elizabeth Street. Illegal to park, so with engine idling, he reached across to squeeze one of her hands, his bright blue gaze seriously commanding. “Don’t blow your budget on this, Erin. It really doesn’t matter. Okay?”
“Okay.” She smiled at his caring. “I’ll just satisfy my female pride.”
He smiled at her levity, pleased that she wasn’t too concerned about the people she’d meet with him at Randwick. “Go to it. I’ll be back here at eleven-thirty.”
“I won’t keep you waiting,” she promised, and quickly alighted from the car.
Having waved him off, Erin hurried down to the pedestrian crossing which would take her directly to David Jones. Her dress from last night drew a few looks. It wasn’t exactly morning wear. It could be put in a bag once she changed into whatever she bought. The great thing about David Jones was it could provide the lot; classy clothes and accessories, beautician, hair-stylist, manicurist. By eleven-thirty, she was going to look like a million dollars for Peter Ramsey and she didn’t care about the cost.
Why should she?
The royalties on her books had made her one of the wealthiest authors in the world. One of the reasons, she suspected, her editor wanted a more personal as well as a professional connection with her. Money did make people more attractive to the opposite sex. Though her success had drawn quite a lot of nasty envy, as well.
She didn’t have to wear that with Peter.
Different worlds.
Maybe that wasn’t bad.
Maybe…
Erin quelled the heart-fluttering hope before it took really wild wings. Today she was going to Randwick to watch horse-races with Peter Ramsey and that was adventure enough. Plus right now she had the fun of shopping to knock his socks off.
A happy day.
Silly to start wanting too much.
CHAPTER SEVEN
PETER had to stop the BMW at the pedestrian crossing from Hyde Park to St Mary’s Cathedral, just short of where he had dropped Erin this morning. The dashboard clock read eleven thirty-one. He’d timed his arrival almost perfectly. Was she waiting for him?
He checked the sidewalk that curved down to Elizabeth Street. His quickly scanning gaze caught sight of a woman standing in the shade of an overhanging tree, just past the end of the taxi rank—a stunningly attired woman who looked as if she’d stepped out of the fashion pages of Vogue magazine.
Was it Erin?
A very stylish black hat dipped over her face, making her identity uncertain for a moment, though the hair was right, the body shape was right. Her head turned towards him and his heart thumped with a great leap of excitement. It was her. She saw the blue BMW, smiled, waved, moved out from the shade towards the edge of the sidewalk, ready to join him.
The dress she wore was a sleeveless, silky wraparound, a deep jade-green with big black polka dots. A wide black leather belt held it in place and accentuated the smallness of her waist and the curve of her hips. The crossover bodice gave a teasing hint of cleavage, and as she walked, the skirt flapped open enough to give a provocative glimpse of thigh. Black high-heels with thin straps around her ankles completed an outfit that was all sexy woman.