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‘As you’ve insisted on driving, I’d assumed that was happening already. By the way, I’m loving being parked illegally for so long.’
Suddenly Jack knew exactly what he was going to do. A long drive in a vintage convertible with a beautiful woman beside him was every man’s fantasy, right?
It wouldn’t be the first time for Jack, but he had the feeling it was going to be the most fun.
‘We’re going to be little longer than we scheduled,’ he said unapologetically. ‘But it’ll be worth it.’
Her polite façade tilted. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay longer than we initially scheduled.’
‘Why not? Is there some place you’ve got to be? Some new restaurant opening?’ He wondered if she’d answer honestly.
Her smile remained fixed. ‘No, but—’
‘There’s no problem, then.’ He didn’t give her time to argue. ‘We can escape.’
‘I’ve already told you I don’t need to escape anything in my life.’
‘Everyone needs to escape some time.’
She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. But she didn’t answer. Didn’t lie. She did want to run away—and not really from him. There were things in her life she wanted to escape.
‘You want me to buy your blog?’ he asked.
Her lips parted. ‘Are you blackmailing me?’
He wasn’t, actually, but it was interesting that she’d leapt to that conclusion. She definitely had thoughts on the darker side.
‘All I meant was that we might talk at length about the deal on our drive. I find driving helps me think. And make decisions.’
She still hesitated.
He was used to people saying yes. Spoilt, perhaps, but there it was. He was used to asking and receiving. In terms of business and in terms of women. But it was only because of what they could get from him in return. And that wasn’t emotion. It was cash. Or connections. Or both.
‘There’s a retreat I have to take a look at.’ He was booked to stay there after his day in the city. He’d bring his stay forward a night.
‘A retreat?’ she queried.
He nodded. ‘It would be a good source of inspiration for your blog. You can take a look around and show me how you’d put it all together online.’
Truth was the Green Veranda wasn’t right for her blog. Nor was it going into one of the Wolfe travel guides. It was too expensive, and already too exclusive to need it. It catered to a celebrity clientele, or the über-wealthy who didn’t want attention from the general public or any intrusion. Solitude and privacy guaranteed.
Jack didn’t want that level of isolation and introspection now—not with these two days stretching before him like purgatory. No, he needed distraction.
And he had it sitting right beside him.
‘A retreat as in… like a health spa?’ she asked.
‘Sort of. A very expensive private hotel. You can stay the night, yes?’ The idea was growing on him with every second.
‘Stay the night?’ she echoed.
He laughed at the hint of horror in her voice. He’d let her off that hook a little later—for now it was too much fun taking in her reaction. Wickedly amused, he watched her internal war—whether to breathe yes or snap no?
Her blush deepened as she gazed back at him, her eyes as huge and as brilliant as the sky above them. Spark, heat, defiance, indecision. He swore he could almost hear her pulse racing. His own heart quickened in response.
In the end he decided to take the burden from her.
‘Sure.’ He smiled as he put the car in gear and pulled back into the line of traffic. ‘Because I’m kidnapping you.’
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_fd9275ea-1189-5a59-a2ff-eca31485b4dc)
JACK WOLFE DIDN’T need either chloroform or charm to get what he wanted—he had cash.
Because of the possibilities he represented, Stephanie couldn’t refuse him. And now she knew he wasn’t afraid to take advantage of the fact. She also knew he had a wicked streak—an impulsiveness she’d never have expected from the grim-looking man she’d first laid eyes on.
Stay the night? Never.
The car sped along the road, taking the quickest route out of the city. The sun beat down on her, addling her brain. Or maybe the sizzling heat was emanating from him. With his tie removed and his shirtsleeves rolled, some of his body was exposed. The muscles in his forearms flexed and she could see the strength in his large hands as he handled the delicate, sometimes temperamental vintage car assuredly.
He made it look easy, when she knew for a fact that it wasn’t.
But to indulge in the utter fantasy of being in this dress, in this car, next to him, for an hour or so of illicit escape…
‘No choice,’ she muttered.
A small, wicked smile played on his lips. It seemed he’d taken the brakes off both the car and himself, leaving him relaxed and carefree and so strikingly attractive it was a wonder she could breathe.
‘Stephanie…’ he drawled softly. ‘There should always be a choice.’ He glanced her way, a half-question in the back of his blue eyes.
Stephanie licked her dried lips. She could say no. Could demand that he turn around and take her back to the hotel immediately. If she insisted he’d acquiesce. He wasn’t about to abduct her for real. Not for a whole night.
But what a choice it was—stay and play along with his whim, or go and kiss goodbye to any chance of the deal happening?
As she looked at him time stopped. There was that unspoken communication—that intensity that she wanted to run from yet couldn’t break. Fascination. She wanted to be near him for longer. Was this what it was like for her mother when she went headlong into her latest affair?
Stephanie shivered, almost repulsed by her intense reaction to him.
When her oxygen-deprived brain decided to reinstate the use of her vocal cords she answered his question with one of her own. ‘Do you know where you’re going?’
‘I have a rough idea.’ His wicked smile went on full wattage. He looked outrageously pleased with himself. And devastatingly attractive.
She’d bet he knew exactly where he was going. Even in that moment of distress she’d seen back at the hotel he’d been decisive, confident. And determined.
The car sped faster down the motorway and Stephanie slipped into the realisation of a long-held private fantasy—not knowing where she was going. For years she’d dreamed of randomly picking a road and driving along it for as far as she felt like. Or letting someone else take her for a ride for as far and as long as she wanted…
Sweet temptation accelerated along her veins. She’d always wanted to ‘up and leave’—see where the wind blew her. Had always yearned to go deep into the dry heart of the country and explore the infinite unknown possibilities…
Except the one time she’d tried she’d almost destroyed what little was left of her family.
Dan.
Cold memories slammed into her. Her mistakes burned, and regret tasted as acid and as fresh as the day disaster had struck.
She felt responsible for her brother’s disabilities. Every single one of the golden possibilities he’d had had been destroyed. Dan had gone from sporting superstar to wheelchair-bound and broken. His future had once been assured. Now it was up to her to assure him a different future.
He was the reason she was here now.
So she shouldn’t be ogling Jack’s powerful-looking hands or feeling tantalised by his smile. She wasn’t here to flirt. She needed to focus. And she needed to check on her brother ASAP.
Her fingers tightened on her mobile phone. She’d send a quick, quiet text to Dan and another to Tara to double-check her brother was okay.
Jack wasn’t finding out about her brother. She wasn’t telling him he was the reason why she couldn’t be out for hours and hours. She was not playing the pity card. She’d keep up her ‘take it or leave it’ aura—the projection that she had no worries, no need of his offer, was key. She didn’t want him thinking she had to sell her site. She couldn’t appear desperate.
But in truth she’d do whatever it took to secure Dan’s future.
As she texted, Jack’s phone rang again. He didn’t bother to pull over and answer it this time. If anything, it felt as if he hit the accelerator more heavily.
‘Tell me more about your blog. You write all kinds of lists, right?’ he said, talking loudly over the top of his incessant ringtone.
‘That’s how it started, yes,’ she answered, still looking down at her own phone.
Her blog was still titled ‘The List’. She’d begun with all kinds of crazy lists, but the lists had really been a cover for random comments on everyday absurdities to entertain her friends. It had evolved from there, although now they were more straight lists than any kind of astute commentaries, but she tried to keep them as fun and entertaining as always.
‘Because lists are catchy?’ he asked. ‘“Ten Ways with a Tank Top” or something?’
‘Or something…’ she murmured. ‘Lists are easy and quick to read, and people like them. They’re popular. It’s that simple.’
‘Do you write lists for everything?’
The tips of her ears burned as she thought she caught an intimate nuance in his voice. Was he thinking personal lists?
She sent him a sharp look and registered his amusement.
She turned back to glare at the bitumen ahead. She wasn’t biting. But, sure, she could list a number of things she’d like to do with him—none of them polite. Not all of them strictly businesslike and professional either.
‘Yes!’ She made herself reply in ultra-perky Steffi Leigh style. ‘They help me stay organised.’
‘So, do you have a list of everything you’re going to achieve in life?’
‘Like many of your travellers will have a list of all the must-do, must-see places—of course.’
‘I’m curious about what’s on it.’
‘Oh, you know—the usual stuff anyone has.’
‘I can’t believe that. I get the impression you’re not like just “anyone”.’
‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’ She laughed. Pure Steffi Leigh.
‘Tell me about the haters. How do you handle them?’
‘I don’t,’ she said, her amusement fading. ‘I ignore them.’
‘It’s that easy?’
It was never that easy. ‘To be honest, I let a lot of my hard-core fans respond to them. I used to moderate the comments, but it took up too much time.’
‘But you still read them all?’
‘Yes.’
‘And it doesn’t get to you?’
‘Why would I let it?’ She maintained her smile with determination. ‘There are far more positive comments than negative. They’re the ones I think about when I’m working on a segment.’
At first the blog had been for her own fun. Then it had grown legs of its own—until she’d been sprinting to try to keep up with its demands. Since Dan’s illness it had got harder to maintain the schedule, and yet she had all the more reason to make it bigger and better. Leveraging her ‘platform’ was the only way she could think of to earn the money she needed to get her brother motivated and into some kind of study.
She waited, but Jack still ignored the strident ringing of his phone.
‘So your lists cover everything—no topic is off-limits? How do you decide the content? By strategy or whim?’ He glanced at her. ‘Don’t get me wrong—I’m not criticising. I’m trying to understand your success.’
Because it was so hard for him to believe little ol’ her could have made something so massive?
How could she be so attracted to someone so irritating? She had not got out enough in the last eighteen months.
‘Well…’ She smiled another Steffi Leigh smile through gritted teeth, determined to stay positive and upbeat. ‘There’s a lot of hair and make-up stuff going on. And fashion choices—what to wear, how to wear it. And, yes, there’s some whimsy—designing doilies from paper towels or sewing slippers from comic book covers… whatever takes my mind. But I do plan and keep a list of topics—’
‘Of course you do.’
‘Right.’ She conceded another laugh. ‘And of course there’s restaurant recommendations,’ she concluded. ‘And good places to go.’
‘You make it sound easy, when we both know it isn’t,’ he commented.
And, stupidly, that was enough to make her feel all warm about him again.
‘What’s the best trip you’ve been on?’ he asked.
She hesitated, thinking of that fateful holiday to the Northern Territory. For once Dan hadn’t had a sporting camp or competition and they’d been able to go. It had been perfect—until his fever and headache had suddenly come on. She’d loved the vast, isolated beauty. But she couldn’t bear the reminder of it now.
‘I love the big city thrill of Sydney.’ She reverted to an answer he’d expect from Steffi Leigh.
‘And the shopping?’
‘Why, yes…’ she all but cooed. ‘And all those restaurants. The scene is a lot of fun.’
‘And beyond Australia?’
She shrugged. ‘I’ve not been many places outside of Australia.’
