case I’ll raise no objections.’
Dylan leant back in his chair. ‘Excellent.’
Mia leaned forward in hers, her dark gaze skewering Gordon to the spot. ‘And our earlier conversation...?’
His mouth opened and closed before he shuffled upright in his seat. ‘In the light of these...new developments, any further action will be suspended—pending your on-the-job performance from here on in.’
Very slowly she leaned back. Dylan silently took in the way her fingers opened and closed around each other. Eventually she nodded. ‘Very well.’
Dylan stood. ‘I understand you’re a busy man, Gordon, so I won’t take up any more of your valuable time. Mia...’ He turned to her and she shot to her feet. ‘I forgot to give you Carla’s mobile number. You’re going to need it. I’m afraid she’ll be leaving you messages day and night.’
‘That won’t be an issue,’ Gordon inserted. ‘Mia understands that here at Plum Pines our clients are our priority. She’ll be at your sister’s beck and call twenty-four-seven.’
Dylan barely restrained himself from reciting the ‘Maximum Ordinary Hours of Employment’ section of the New South Wales Industrial Relations Act. Instead he gestured for Mia to precede him out through the door.
‘Lead me to your trusty notepad.’
He closed the door behind them and Mia didn’t speak until they were safely ensconced in the meeting room.
She swung to him. ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You overheard him trying to fire me so you jumped in and saved my job.’
His chest expanded at the way she looked at him—as if he’d ridden in and saved the day.
She pressed a hand to her chest. ‘I think I just fell a little bit in love with you.’
She was the strangest mix of seriousness and generosity he’d ever come across. And totally adorable to boot.
He leaned towards her, but she took a step backwards.
‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was a stupid thing to say. I only meant I was grateful—very grateful—for you coming to my defence like you did.’
‘You’re welcome. Gordon is a pompous ass.’
‘A pompous ass who has the power to terminate my traineeship whenever he sees fit.’
‘He’d need to show good cause in the Industrial Relations Court. Don’t you forget that. In fact—’ he widened his stance ‘—why don’t you forget Gordon and Plum Pines and come and work for me?’
The beginnings of a smile touched her lips. It made his pulse beat that little bit harder.
‘I don’t believe I have enough...exuberance for your line of work, Dylan.’
‘I was wrong about that. You’re perfect.’
‘No, I’m not!’ Her voice came out tart. Too tart.
He frowned. ‘I meant that your work ethic is perfect. Your customer service skills are impeccable.’ That was all he’d meant.
She swallowed before gesturing for him to take a seat. ‘If you want me working so closely with you and Carla then there’s something you need to know about me.’
He sat in the chair at the head of the table. ‘I know all I need to know.’
She fixed him with that compelling gaze of hers, but for the life of him he couldn’t read her expression. She took the chair immediately to his left, gripping her hands together until her knuckles turned white.
‘I’d rather be the one to tell you than for you to hear it from other sources.’
He straightened. What on earth...? ‘I’m listening.’
He watched the compulsive bob of her throat as she swallowed. Her hands gripped each other so tightly he was sure she’d cut off the blood supply to her fingers if she weren’t careful.
‘Ten months ago I was released from jail after serving a three-year prison sentence for committing fraud. I think it’s only fair that you know I’m an ex-convict.’
MIA WAITED WITH a growing sense of dread for Dylan’s face to close and for him to turn away.
His open-mouthed shock rang through her like a blow, but his face didn’t close. He didn’t turn away.
His frown did deepen, though, and she could read the thoughts racing behind the vivid blue of his eyes.
‘No,’ she said, holding his gaze. ‘I wasn’t wrongfully convicted, there were no mitigating circumstances.’ She swallowed. ‘Unless you want to count the fact that I was young and stupid.’
And utterly in thrall to Johnnie Peters. So in love she’d have done anything he’d asked of her. So in love she had done anything he’d asked of her.
‘You’re not going to tell me any more than that?’
Curiosity sharpened his gaze, but it wasn’t the kind of avid, voyeuristic curiosity that made her want to crawl under a rock. It held a warmth and sympathy that almost undid her.
Swallowing again, she shook her head. ‘It’s sordid and unpleasant and it’s in the past. According to the justice system, I’ve paid my debt to society. I won’t ever steal again. I’ll never break the law again. But I understand that in light of these circumstances my word isn’t worth much. I’ll completely understand if you’d prefer to deal with Nora rather than with me.’
He didn’t say anything.
‘You don’t need to worry about my job. You’ve done enough to ensure I won’t be fired...at least, not this week.’ She’d aimed for levity, but it fell flat.
He lifted his chin. ‘I meant what I said—come and work for me.’
She realised now what she’d known on a subconscious level after only ten minutes in his company—Dylan Fairweather was a good man.
‘I appreciate the offer, I really do, but besides the fact that you don’t know me—’
‘I know you have a good work ethic. If the way you’ve treated Carla is anything to go by, where clients are concerned nothing is too much trouble for you. They’re valuable assets in an employee.’
‘According to Gordon I have a problem with authority.’
He grinned, and leaned in so close she could smell the nutmeg warmth of his skin. ‘That’s something we have in common, then.’
How was it possible for him to make her laugh when they were having such a serious conversation? She sobered, recalling her earlier impulsive, I think I just fell a little bit in love with you. She should never have said it. Instinct warned her that Dylan could wreak havoc on her heart if she let him.
She couldn’t let him. She wasn’t giving any man that kind of power over her again.
She pulled in a breath. ‘I was fortunate to be awarded this traineeship. The opportunity was given to me in good faith and I feel honour-bound to make the most of it.’
‘Admirable.’
It wasn’t admirable at all. She needed a job—a way to earn a living. For the two-year tenure of her traineeship she’d be in paid employment. Maybe at the end of that time she’d have proved herself worthy and someone would take a chance on employing her. She needed a way to support herself. After what she’d done she couldn’t ask the welfare system to support her.
‘Do you have a passion for conservation?’
‘Conservation is an important