Read Online Catch of The Day: Destiny Romance by Carla Caruso - Free Book Online

job was done. Walker tipped his hat in return.
    In his ute, with Kasabian blaring, Alex checked his rear-view mirror and pulled out. The ocean glittered alluringly, even though he’d already spent the morning there.
    He felt a bang against his door, the shock punching the air from his lungs. Hitting the brakes, he turned to find Kirk astride his motorbike, one hand on the side of the ute – thankfully in one piece. Alex wound down the window.
    Tugging off his helmet, Kirk spiked up the front of his dark hair. ‘You almost sideswiped me, man. That’s why I had to give your ute a warning wallop.’
    Alex blew out a breath. ‘Shit, man. I didn’t even see you there. Sorry.’ To think he’d had the cheek to curse Winnie’s driving skills.
    ‘Clearly. Still, I don’t fancy being road kill.’ Kirk leant on Alex’s window ledge, a teasing glint in his black eyes. ‘You distracted thinking about that girl? From the magazine?’
    Alex tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Not Kirk, too. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ he said.
    ‘Whatever you say.’ Kirk trailed his gaze down Alex’s ute. ‘Hey, what happened to your side mirror? No wonder you didn’t see me coming.’
    Of course. It was all her fault again.
    ‘You really don’t want to know,’ Alex said, his teeth clenched.
    Winnie walked into the office on Wednesday morning and found Olive whispering into the phone. Again. She threw her handbag on the desk. She’d had enough of Olive’s personal calls and her apparent lack of interest in work, as amusing as her banter as a coworker could be. At least Winnie was
trying
to get some articles in the pipeline.
    Winnie’s mood wasn’t aided by the state of her back, which ached from the coffin-like camp bed, or being bleary-eyed because the mangy, collarless cat had returned at the crack of dawn to mew outside her window.
    Fixing herself a peppermint tea in the kitchen – a local brew by Robe’s Mahalia Coffee, apparently – Winnie violently swirled her spoon in the mug, waiting for Olive to hang up. When she did, Winnie marched back to her desk, plonked down in her seat and eyeballed the redhead. ‘Morning, Olive. Who was that on the phone? A potential advertiser, I hope.’
    The ad manager had the grace to blush. ‘No, my – my psychic.’
    ‘Your
psychic
?’ Winnie shook her head. ‘The office line is not for your personal use, you know.’ Wow, she almost sounded like Christa. So
chilling
. She might even make a good head-kicker herself in future.
    Olive narrowed her gaze, her blush dissipating. ‘What about the call you made to that Sydney friend of yours yesterday? What was her name – 
Bruna
? Interstate calls aren’t cheap.’
    ‘That was
one
call – not one an hour,’ Winnie huffed. ‘Really, Olive. We’ve got just two months until the magazine hits the newsstands. I’m sorry to play hardball, but I am the editor, which means I’m in charge. I’m disappointed you haven’t set up one advertising appointment yet.’
    Olive stared at her for a long, loaded moment, then suddenly tipped back her head and laughed. Not quite the reaction Winnie had expected. Finally, Olive wiped her eyes of tears. ‘No need to get all high and mighty. I make more in commission in one day than you make in one week. That’s the difference between advertising and editorial.’ Turning, the redhead opened her desk’s top drawer and silently handed Winnie a typed list.
    Winnie glanced down at the paperwork. ‘Right, what’s this?’
    Olive crossed her arms, squashing a green bead necklace against her tiny chest. ‘All the local advertisers I’ve got on board already. Who else do you think I’ve been emailing and calling? The psychic aside, of course. It’s called
networking
, Winnie. I put in some groundwork before the office opened, so I’d be ready ahead of time. And
Christa’s
certainly seemed happy with everything thus far.’
    Winnie stared at the lengthy list of business names, her jaw