A Wedding At Windaroo. Barbara Hannay

rosy. Almost glowing—like a computer-enhanced picture in a glossy magazine.

      Idiot!

      She had nothing to make her smile. Nothing to go all vain and gooey about. How could she have been so stupid as to ask Gabe to kiss her? Gabe, who’d been kissed and seduced by squillions of sexy women.

      She swung away from the mirror. Last night had merely reinforced what she already knew. She had a long way to go before she worked out the finer points of catching a man.

      Hurrying into the bathroom, she grabbed her hairbrush and set about flattening her hair, then pulled it back tightly with another elasticised band.

      One thing was certain. Next time she practised flirting she’d make sure Gabe Rivers was nowhere near.