Page 13 of One More Sleepless Night

‘My sisters?’

She nodded.

Rafael tensed a little and her curiosity rocketed. ‘Not since I was about eight.’

‘Why? What happened when you were eight?’

‘I chose not to let it bother me.’

The words were spoken casually enough but she caught the almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw and for some bizarre reason her heart squeezed again, only this time she didn’t think it was with envy. ‘Did it work?’

‘Beautifully,’ he said dryly, and gave her an easy smile that thankfully made the squeeze release its grip on her heart. ‘Trying to rile someone who won’t be provoked isn’t much fun. They very quickly lost interest and left me alone.’

‘Ingenious.’

He shrugged. ‘Not so much ingenuity as a need for self-preservation. Anyway it worked because we now get along pretty well.’

Fleetingly wondering if choosing not to let things bother him was a strategy he still employed to deal with difficult situations, but realising that there was no way she could ask such a personal question, Nicky decided it would be safer for her heart and its surrounding muscles to move on to more neutral ground. ‘So what does corporate troubleshooting involve?’ she asked, toying with her glass as the mouthwatering scent of sizzling steak drifted towards her.

‘I sort out companies in difficulties.’

‘What sort of difficulties?’

‘Anything really. A board might have a problem with staffing or be going through a tricky merger or there might be issues with the management. I go in wherever I’m needed and leave when I’m done.’

‘So you fix things.’

‘I do.’

‘Have you ever failed?’

‘Not so far.’

‘Do you fix people too?’ she asked as it suddenly occurred to her that he might be able to fix her. And then almost as quickly she dismissed the idea as ridiculous because, for one thing, why would he want to help her when he didn’t even get involved with his sisters’ problems? And for another she was pretty sure that no one could fix her but her.

He shuddered. ‘Absolutely not.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because it would inevitably get…emotional…and therefore messy.’

‘And you don’t do emotion or mess,’ she said with a nod because the way he’d hesitated, the way he’d just flinched, said it all.

‘Not if I can help it.’

As Nicky wasn’t particularly fond of either, emotional detachment when it came to personal relationships was something she could definitely identify with, but nevertheless… ‘Not even for your sisters?’

‘Especially not for them.’ He frowned. ‘I wouldn’t even offer them advice.’

‘Really?’ she asked, becoming increasingly intrigued by these insights into family life because as an only child she knew nothing about the dynamics of siblings, and with parents who championed independence she’d become so self-reliant she couldn’t remember a time she’d asked for advice about anything.

‘Absolutely. If the advice I hypothetically gave them was wrong I’d invariably end up being blamed and if it wasn’t taken then what would be the point of giving it in the first place? It would be a no-win situation, not to mention an insanely frustrating one.’

There was a certain amount of logic to that, Nicky supposed, and frankly what did she know about how families worked? ‘Do they often ask you for advice?’

‘They’ve learned not to,’ he said darkly, and rose to head over to the grill to flip the steaks.

‘Well, I don’t know about the others, of course,’ she said, remembering the long conversations during which Gaby had bemoaned her brother’s lack of emotional support, ‘but I think Gaby might appreciate being able to ask from time to time.’

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