CLAIMING THEIR BRIDES
ng celebrities at the Australian Film Industry Awards. That was the big number this week. Freelance photographers-some reputable, some paparaz
twork of agencies sold-here in Australia, Los Angeles, New York, London,
t the appeal of those photographs had been very limited. He'd learnt the hard way that it was pretty pictures that s
okered through his agencies. They even alerted his staff about photo opportunities, happy to supply the demands of the media as long
body
mula for succ
ocial strata. He'd known that instinctively at sixteen, forgotten it in his twenties when he'd pursued
ore Hollywood stars departing, Ric thought, idly watching un
a
discolouration beside her left cheekbone part of a black eye?
ed-heir and current CEO to the Nursing Home empire his father had built. Born to huge wealth and with
d eyes emanating a vicious threat. He had one arm wrapped tightly around Lara's shoulders.
for the gossip page
h society, usually photographed as two of the most beautiful people
im before carrying out the actio
s not a happy snap, Ric.' 'Print
ut
for gossip pages and I don't want it printed publicly,' he said decisi
, Ric,' Kathryn reminded him, her
office. She was in charge when he was elsewhere. He trusted her judgme
since he'd been taken to Gundamurra...yet the sight of her, looking as
pretty face, trim figure always smartly dressed in a business suit-all in all a very attractive package, housing a brain that invariably displayed a
fiancƩ was good enough for her. Yet he'd never wante
drawn with delicate distinction, eyes the sparkling blue of summer skies, a beautiful smile that was both shy and inviting, smooth unblemished skin that glowed with a
ure, yet she'd also embodied the mystique of the unattai
ryn,' he said quietly. 'She w
el?' She looked astou
nd burned her cheeks. Her gaze was hastily switched to the
the point, curious to kn
ot my business, Ric
. Let's face it...you'd have to be one of the most eligible bachelo
et
t look. 'You never seem to h
y. 'I lead a bus