by Katrina McDonnell

A small drawstring bag made out of animal hide lay on her desk.

"Open it."

Her skin tingled, but she resisted the urge to face him. "This what I think it is?"

"Just open it. Never know, you might get lucky."

Two marbles. "Very funny."

"I thought so."

A folded slip of paper.

She bit her lip, stomach twisting.

'IOU a week at the Park Hyatt, February 2007. Room opposite the Sydney Opera House.'

Deep breath. "The view sounds so beautiful, it'd be a pity not to share it with someone."

"Anyone in particular?"

Turning, she answered with her lips.


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