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colleagues and friends climbed into the back seat.
    ‘You don’t mind giving us a lift, do you, Cate?’ Kelly checked, though not until she’d put her seat belt on.
    ‘Of course not,’ Cate said, and put the air conditioner on. The blast of cold air was especially welcome a moment later when Juan said, ‘Cate, if you want to have a drink, you are very welcome to stay the night.’
    Stay!
    At Juan Morales’s apartment for the night!
    Cate turned and gave him the most incredulous smile she could muster, before starting the engine. ‘Don’t they have taxis in Argentina, Juan?’
    He gave her a shameless smile back and then answered with his deep, heavily accented voice, which had Cate’s stomach flip over on itself. ‘I’m just letting you know that the offer is there.’
    The offer had been there for a while now.
    ‘I’m working at seven tomorrow morning.’
    ‘You’re staying for a drink, though,’ Juan checked, but Cate answered him with a question of her own.
    ‘Can you give me directions?’ she said as she pulled out of the car park.
    ‘Left ahead and then you go down...’ He even managed to give a sexual connotation to the simplest directions, Cate thought, or was it that she was just incredibly aware of him sitting next to her?
    Cate glanced over and caught a glimpse of his strong profile. His grey eyes were framed by dark lashes, his nose was straight and he had full lips that smiled easily. There was an exotic streak that seemed to run through every inch of him.
    ‘Have you had your interview?’ Juan asked.
    ‘Not yet,’ Cate said, surprised that he’d remembered. ‘There are some external applications as well that they’re going through.’
    ‘So you would be the unit manager if you get it?’
    ‘The nurse unit manager,’ Cate corrected as she sat waiting for the traffic lights to change.
    ‘Wouldn’t you miss working with the patients?’
    ‘I’d still be working with the patients,’ came Cate’s rather tart response, not that Juan seemed to notice the nerve he had just jarred, or, if he had, he chose to pursue it.
    ‘Christine doesn’t.’
    She turned and met eyes that were more than happy to meet and hold hers. ‘I’m not Christine,’ Cate said, because rumour had it he’d been sleeping with Christine when he’d first arrived and Cate could well believe it. When Cate had come back from annual leave, she’d found Christine in floods of tears in the changing room and it hadn’t been hard to work out why.
    ‘No,’ Juan said slowly and with a tinge of regret that made her throat tighten at the implication. His next loaded sentence seemed to insist she acknowledge the denied desire that simmered between them. ‘You’re not Christine.’
    ‘The lights have changed,’ Kelly called from the back.
    As the car moved off Juan fiddled with her sound system and Cate cringed in embarrassment as a rather tragic break-up song came on.
    ‘You should be listening to happier music,’ Juan commented. ‘All that will do is make you feel more miserable.’
    ‘I’m not miserable at all.’
    ‘Have you spoken to Paul since the break-up?’ Abby chimed in from the back seat.
    ‘Of course I have,’ Cate said. ‘It’s all civil.’
    ‘Which means that it was long overdue,’ Juan commented, and Cate pursed her lips. It was the problem with being the so-called designated driver—you had to listen as things were discussed that generally wouldn’t be.
    ‘It doesn’t have to be all smashing plates and tears,’ Cate said, but didn’t elaborate. Trust Juan to hit the nail on the head, though. Paul had been upset and uncomprehending at first, yet she had been calm and matter-of-fact once her decision to end it had been made.
    Oh, she’d waited for the tears, for torrents of emotion to invade, for all the drama that seemed a necessary part of a relationship break-up to arrive—but they hadn’t. She’d sat in her garden, sipping wine with her neighbour, Bridgette, with more a