Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

T ara had been right.

This place was perfect.

Abby climbed the stairs to the second floor, marvelling at the charm of the empty farm. The peasant style clothing of the new designer who'd commissioned this shoot would look fantastic against this backdrop. She'd have to thank Tara when she got back to Sydney, especially as her friend had been more than understanding at being blown off at the last minute.

It would be hard enough facing Judd for the first time since she'd officially ended any chance of them having a future without having an audience, and she'd needed the long drive out here to clear her head, marshal her defences, and put her professional mask firmly in place.

She could do this.

She'd gotten over him the last time, she could do it again.

Hating the lump of emotion lodged in her throat, Abby took a slug from the water bottle in her handbag as she wandered through some of the rooms, admiring the quaint furnishings and fabrics, gasping as she opened the last door on her left and stepping into what could only be a bridal suite.

"Wow," she murmured, glancing around the room, from the king-sized mahogany four poster bed draped in filmy silver gauze to the four-person spa standing elevated on a platform to capture the mountain views.

Throw in the beautiful antique furnishings, the tiny embroidered Cupids on the bedspread, and the rose moulded ceiling, and the suite exuded romance.

It made her feel ill.

Turning her back on the inviting ambiance, she angrily swiped at the tears that sprung so easily to her eyes these days, and slammed straight into the guy who'd put them there.