Abbey grinned. It was spectacular—the sort of smile that changed a pretty face into an extraordinary one. It was also highly contagious. He couldn't help but grin back.
"You should've had a holiday while you were there," she said. "You know, added another week at the end after your business was finished. That's what I would have done if I were ever lucky enough to go to Paris for work."
"Easier said than done. I had to fly back to Sydney. It's difficult to be away from the office for long."
"Your boss sounds like a task master."
Nick laughed. "He is. But that's okay, I like what I do. It's my passion."
She frowned. "Strange passion perhaps. If you had a hobby you'd learn to relax a little more. You could take up yoga or bush walking."
Nick crossed his arms on the table. This woman was getting a little presumptuous telling him what he should and shouldn't do. And who said he wasn't relaxed? He was—just enough to keep his staff happy without allowing them to walk all over him.
