up the sheet and held it out for Max to take back. ‘Whatever it is, you deal with it.’
‘Read it,’ he insisted, so Evie turned it back around with a sigh.
A bank deposit notice, but not a bank she regularly dealt with. Max’s personal account, by the looks of it. With deposit into it yesterday of ten million dollars.
‘Trust fund?’ she asked.
‘Logan.’
Evie’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Terms?’
‘Three per cent below market interest rate.’
‘Handy.’
‘You don’t mind?’ asked Max.
‘Do you?’
‘He stole my fake fiancée and messed with my business plan,’ said Max dryly. ‘I’ll take his money.’
‘Yay for brotherly love,’ said Evie. ‘As long as the loan is between you and Logan and the money comes into the business through you alone, I have no objections.’
‘That’s how it’ll work.’
‘Lucky MEP.’
‘Any other questions?’ asked Max.
Evie shook her head.
‘You don’t want to know where Logan is? What he’s been doing lately?’
She did want to know where Logan was and what he’d been doing lately. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask.
‘PNG,’ said Max, as if reading her mind. ‘Sorting out the mess some mining company has made of their operation there. Sometimes Logan troubleshoots for others. For a hefty fee.’
‘The devil will have his due.’
‘He’s a good man, Evie.’
‘I know that, Max.’
‘You should call him. Might improve your mood.’
‘There is nothing wrong with my mood.’
‘Carlo would beg to disagree.’
‘Carlo ordered twenty-eight thousand dollars’ worth of reo we don’t need,’ she said curtly. ‘He’s lucky I let him keep his job.’
‘And Logan thinks you meek,’ muttered Max beneath his breath. ‘God knows why.’
Evie knew exactly why. ‘Was there anything else?’
‘Could be Logan will need a place to stay for a few days when he returns at the end of the week and before he heads back to London. Could be I’m thinking of offering up my apartment for him to use while he’s here.’
‘Why? You think he’s short of cash?’ asked Evie dryly.
‘What I think, said Max with admirable restraint, ‘is that if you want to see him again, you shouldn’t wait for him to call you. Call him. Arrange something. Don’t assume that he knows what he’s doing when it comes to relationships, especially important ones, because he doesn’t.’ Max plucked the bank note from her fingers and waved it in front of her face. ‘This, for example, might as well have “Evie, I want to see you again” written all over it.’
‘But it doesn’t,’ she countered sweetly, and Max sighed and dug his mobile out of his pocket and started in on the touch screen before handing it to her with a flourish.
‘Tell him you’ve been mooning over him all week and want to see him again.’
‘I will not.’
‘All right. Then tell him I want my chief engineer’s head back in the game and that I’m blaming him for the fact that it’s not.’
Evie glared at Max’s hastily retreating back, silently wondering just how many problems she’d solve if she brained Max with his phone. Probably not that many.
‘Tell him I said thank you,’ added Max.
‘Tell him yourself,’ she yelled after him, and then put the phone to her ear just in time to hear the man who currently inhabited most of her dreams—sleeping and waking—say his brother’s name.
Which necessitated some sort of reply.
‘Um … hi. It’s not Max,’ she said awkwardly. ‘It’s Evie. Evie on Max’s phone. How much did you hear?’
‘Everything from “thank you” onwards.’
‘Oh,’ she said, more than a little relieved. ‘Good. Because that about covers it. Your bank transfer came in and Max’s just showed it to me and we wanted to say thank you. Which I’m sure Max will do in person when he sees you next. Thank you, that is.’ And if Max said anything else to his brother about Evie’s recently distracted state she’d strangle him. ‘And I’d like to thank you too. The money’s going to help the civic centre bid’s chances a lot, and Max’s set on winning it and can take it from here, and I can get on with the rest of the work and let the prima donna do his thing … so thank you.’
‘You often make business phone calls like this?’ asked Logan.
‘Never.’
‘Good to know,’ he murmured.
‘Bite me.’
Silence after that, heavy and waiting. Evie took a deep breath. ‘Max tells me you’re flying into Sydney later this week, and I was thinking.’
Evie had no idea what she was thinking.
‘… I was thinking that Max probably wants to invite you into the workplace so you can look around. Which would be fine by me. If you wanted to, that is.’ Evie closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair and thumped her head repeatedly against the headrest, scrabbling for confidence in the face of Logan’s silence and coming up empty. ‘I was thinking you might need to be picked up from the airport. I could do that. Take you wherever you wanted to go.’ Excellent. Now she was officially babbling. ‘How’s PNG?’
‘Hot, sticky and politically messy,’ he said. ‘Largely bereft of plain speaking.’
Evie was largely bereft of plain speaking too.
‘Would you like to have dinner with me while you’re here?’ she asked with her eyes closed tightly shut, and figured it for as plain spoken as she was going to get. ‘I know some good casual eating places. Nothing fancy. But the food’s good.’
Asking a man out on a date was hard. Harder still, when the man in question said a whole lot of nothing in reply.
‘This is the part where you say yes or no,’ she prompted quietly.
‘I don’t get into Sydney until late Friday night,’ he said finally. ‘There’ll be a hire car waiting for me.’
Of course there would.
‘And I don’t need the workplace tour.’
Of course he didn’t. ‘Let me just find Max for you, shall I?’
‘Dinner on Saturday evening I could do.’
‘Pardon?’ Evie was halfway to the door. She probably hadn’t heard him correctly.
‘Dinner,’ he said. ‘Saturday night. Something low-fuss and easy. That I could do.’
‘There’s a place called Brennan’s in Darlinghurst. It’s a bar and grill. Very casual.’
‘I’ll meet you there at 6:00 p.m.,’ he said. ‘Evie, I’ve got to go. I’m meant to be in a meeting.’
Interrupting his work. Not exactly a high priority in his life. He couldn’t have made it any clearer if he’d tried. But he’d said yes to seeing her again, although God knew why.
‘Bye,