She’d been thinking about exactly that subject. She wanted to contribute, to help pay for their living expenses. “I’m going to try to find a job,” she said. “And to get a job, I suspect I’ll need a work visa.”
“We can think about that later. I have cash enough to last for a while.”
“No, I want to contribute,” she said.
“Then let’s find out about a work visa.” Brody reached out and removed the towels from the bag, stacking them up on the coffee table. “We’ll go first thing tomorrow morning.”
Payton forced a smile. “I’m going to see Sam tomorrow morning. Remember?” She studied his expression. He didn’t look happy. But then, he hadn’t been very happy since Sam had appeared in Fremantle.
“We should go try out these towels,” she said. “Let’s take a shower.”
Brody shook his head. “You think that if you seduce me, I’ll stop worrying about him?”
“There’s no need to worry,” she assured him. “Brody, I’m decorating your apartment. I wouldn’t do that unless I was planning to stay.”
“He’s leaving tomorrow?”
“That’s what he said,” Payton replied.
“Good. Then, day after, we can stop talking about him.” He pushed her back on the sofa and crawled on top of her, rubbing his nose against hers. “Do you have a nice dress?”
“Not really.”
“Then, go out and buy one. We’re going out to a swank place tomorrow night for dinner. It’s my birthday.”
“It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you tell me?” Payton asked. “I’ll make a cake. We’ll have presents and a celebration.”
“I just want to take my girl out,” Brody said.
His girl. She liked the sound of that. It wasn’t too serious. Yet, it did suggest a real relationship, one that was more than casual. “I’m not sure where to go to find something.”
“There’s a David Jones in the mall in Perth. It’s the same store you went to in Brisbane.”
“They have really pretty dresses there.” She kissed him. “I’ll go this afternoon. You can come and help me pick something out.”
“Surprise me,” he said. Brody brushed the hair out of her eyes. “When is your birthday?”
“August tenth,” she said. “I was born twelve minutes before midnight.”
Payton realized they didn’t know the little details about each other’s lives. Maybe it was time to find out. “What’s your favorite color?” she asked.
“Neutral,” he teased. “No, it was blue. But now, it’s this really pretty shade of pink.” Brody smiled. “Exactly the color of your lips.”
Payton groaned inwardly. Her attempt to learn more about him was swiftly turning into a full-out seduction. But then, they had plenty of time to go over the silly little details. “What is your favorite sexual fantasy?” she asked.
He laughed sharply. “How did we go from colors to sexual fantasies?”
Payton shrugged. “Just curious.”
He thought about his answer for a long time, then smiled. “There is this one. I’m asleep and I’m having this dream that there’s a woman in bed with me. And she’s doing all kinds of wonderful things with her lips and her tongue. And I open my eyes and it’s not a dream.”
“Has it ever happened before?” Payton asked.
“No,” he said.
“Your birthday is coming up. That could be arranged, you know.”
“Arranged? Only if you’re the woman I’m waking up to. I’d reckon that would be a bonzer prezzy.”
“Bonzer is good?”
“Very good. Great. Incredible. The best.”
“Hmm. That’s a lot to live up to. Maybe I should just buy you a bonzer watch. Or a bonzer shirt.”
“Do not tease me,” he said. “It’s my birthday. And as my girl, it’s your job to treat me special.”
Payton giggled. “It’s not your birthday yet.” Now that she’d decided to stay, she had every intention of making all Brody’s fantasies come true. Life-and sex-with Brody would be one long adventure.
9
THE BUZZER ON the security system startled Brody. Payton had left less than an hour ago to shop for a dress for tomorrow’s birthday celebration. He hadn’t expected her to return until just before dinner.
He pushed the button and leaned in. “Did you forget your key?”
There was a long pause on the other end. “I’m looking for Brody Quinn.”
“And who might you be?” Brody asked.
“Sam. Sam Whitman.”
Brody stepped back from the intercom, then cursed softly. What the hell was this? Payton had assured him that she’d called Sam and told him she would see him in the morning. Either he was a very impatient man or he wanted to talk to Brody directly.
Brody drew a deep breath. “She’s not here,” he said.
“I’m here to talk to you,” Sam said. “Man to man.”
Brody shook his head, then opened the front door and walked to the lift. If this guy wanted to talk, they’d talk. But Brody was going to have much more to say than “get the hell out of our lives.” As he rode the lift down to the lobby, he carefully schooled his temper. The last thing he wanted to do was punch the guy. There was no need to get physical. But he was prepared to take it that far if the situation warranted.
He’d seen the photo of Sam on the Internet and knew what to expect. But when he walked into the lobby, Brody was surprised at how slight he was. In a bar brawl, Sam Whitman wouldn’t last a minute.
To Brody’s delight, Whitman seemed to be a bit intimidated by Brody’s size. Brody had at least ten centimeters on him and a good fifteen kilos. “What do you want?” he demanded.
“I have some things to say about Payton.”
“She plans to stay here with me. She was going to stop by your hotel tomorrow morning and let you know.”
Sam paused, as if considering his next comment carefully. “You don’t find it unusual that she’d abandon her family and friends? Without a second thought?”
“No,” Brody lied. “Not after the way you treated her. She has a right to make her own decisions.”
“I think we both have to be honest,” Sam said. “Maybe I didn’t give her the attention she needed. And I’ll admit, I might have focused on work too much. But I can give her a very comfortable life. From what I know of you, you can’t.”
Brody quelled a surge of temper. He knew it was the only advantage that Sam Whitman had on him. And Whitman obviously wasn’t afraid to use it.
“I have some opportunities,” Brody said. “Besides, we can always live on the station with my family. Payton loves it there.”
“For how long?” Sam asked. “How long until the novelty wears off and she grows tired of being isolated from everything she knows and loves?”
He was saying the same things Brody had said to himself. “Do you honestly think you can buy her back?”
“No. But I believe if you really love her, you’ll consider what’s best for her. I believe if you’re selfish enough to keep her here, you’ll pay the price later. And by isolating her from her family and friends, you’re allowing her to avoid the consequences of her actions.” Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a leather wallet, then withdrew an envelope from it. “This is an airline ticket and enough cash to get her home.”
“What makes you think I’ll give this to her?”
“Because you want to know as much as I do,” Sam said. “You love her enough not to leave any stone unturned. Send her home. If she comes back to you, you’ll know she’s made her choice.” He held out his hand. “May the best man win.”
Brody bit back a curse. This guy was arrogant and condescending and in need of a good beat-down. But he was also right. If Brody did want to keep Payton in his life permanently, then she’d have to face up to her past mistakes. It was better to lose her now than later.