Tuesday rolled around in record time. Despite having two days off, Kelly arrived at work feeling more tired than rested. Her arms ached from lifting furniture and settling her sister into her new flat in Wellington.

While Jo didn’t have a lot of stuff to move—bed, study desk, drawers, book shelves—all of which fitted into their mum’s SUV, lugging the furniture up three terraces and two flights of stairs had been a mammoth feat.

The view overlooking the wharf and the city was spectacular, but no way would you find Kelly living in a house perched on a hill in Wellington. Earthquake city.

It didn’t seem to bother Jo, and Kelly reminded herself there were no guarantees in life. Between her sister’s accommodation and Kelly’s love of motorcycles, it was any wonder they hadn’t given their mother a heart attack.

Shortly after eight, the door to the café chimed. Kelly glanced up and her heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking the dark-haired beauty heading her way, hips swaying, high-heels clacking on the tiled floor.

She was as stunning as the day Kelly had met her. Jet black hair framed a gorgeous face, high cheekbones, perfectly straight nose, and luscious full lips.

The white blouse and black pencil skirt she wore hugged her curves perfectly. She was neither fat nor thin, in Kelly’s eyes, she was perfection.

The briefcase swinging at her side gave the air of a woman who meant business.

As her gaze settled on Kelly, recognition dawned, and a beaming smile lit up Lucy’s face.

“Kelly? Wow, it’s great to see you. How have you been?”

Charmed by Lucy’s enthusiastic greeting, Kelly tried not to grin like a loon.

“I’ve been doing okay,” she replied honestly. And all the better for seeing you, she didn’t add.

Instead, she kept her professional mask in place and picked up a mug. “What can I get you? Latte? Long Black? Espresso?”

Lucy chuckled. “Nothing right now. I’ve just had coffee.”

Trying to figure out why Lucy would be standing before her, Kelly scrunched up her face. After a minute of contemplation, it dawned on her. Food.

She pointed to a silver serving tray with a clear plastic lid. “Blueberry muffin with white chocolate? Fresh out of the oven.”

“Mm, now you’re talking. Put my name on one.” Lucy glanced at her wristwatch.

The white leather strap blended perfectly with her blouse. A very fitting blouse that afforded Kelly a glimpse of tantalizing cleavage. At a guess, Lucy’s breasts were more than a handful. But Kelly had two hands, and a mouth, so who cared?

What the fuck? Talk about inappropriate thoughts.

Lucy didn’t even bat for the same team as Kelly. Her words from Paula’s party—I haven’t met the right guy yet—bounced around inside Kelly’s skull.