Chapter 7
Brisbane’s Riverview Hotel. The concierge wore a gold braided uniform. Clare told him her name and he ticked it off the list, directing her to the first floor. She made straight for the ladies room. Good, it was empty. She inspected herself in the full-length mirror. For once she approved. The fact that she’d dropped a kilo or two meant her business suit fitted like a glove. Better than it ever had. She looked sexy even, in a sensible, corporate sort of way. Stress must be good for her.
Clare smiled at her reflection, inspected her hair, her make-up, her teeth. Her dark suit contrasted with her blonde bob. The look was serious, but stylish. And for the first time in days she wasn’t thinking about Jack. But of course, that wasn’t true, was it? She had to think about him, in orde
