The Magnate's Mistress
Chapter One
THE beep-beep which signalled an incoming text message had Tara dropping her book and
diving for her cellphone.
Max! It had to be Max. He was the only person who text-messaged her these days.
Arriving Mascot at 1530, she read with her heart already thudding. QF310. Can you pick me
up? Let me know.
A glance at her bedside clock said five to twelve. If his plane was to arrive at three-thirty this
afternoon, Max had to be already in the air.
She immediately texted him back.
Will be there.
She smiled wryly at the brevity and lack of sentiment in both their messages. There was no I
can't wait to see you, darling. No I've missed you terribly. All very matter-of-fact.
Max was a matter-of-fact kind of man. Mostly.
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