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the timing’s way wrong.” She saw his gorgeous lips parting to voice some objection, and rushed on before he interrupted. “Right now, Nick, I don’t want anyone, serious or otherwise. I want to finish this assignment and get away. I’ve been held up for years, and I’m not delaying my traveling any longer. Not for you or for anyone else.”
He nodded slowly as though he accepted her reasoning, and her thudding heartbeat eased off a little.
Then a further challenge flared deep in his dark eyes. “I still say you’re a liar though. I know when a woman’s turned on.”
“I admitted I was! A bit. What I’m sitting on feels like one hundred percent temptation if that makes you feel any better, but...”
“But you’re not going to do anything about it?”
“Right. Good. You finally understand.” She made to wriggle off his lap and still he didn’t relax his grip on her.
“One hundred percent temptation, huh? Room for any negotiation there, Sammie?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
As she drove Tyler home, the clouds parted and fitful sunshine beamed through. Maybe Nick would take her out to his house after all? With the traffic lighter in the suburbs, she let the Ferrari have its head a little more. Its throaty growl reverberated deep in her gut and she couldn’t suppress a smile. No doubt it gave him a visceral thrill, too. Put a grin on his gorgeous face. Made the blood pump faster around his incredible body.
She stalled the capricious car yet again as she stopped at an intersection.
Damn, I’m thinking of him instead of concentrating.
“Why would he want a car that’s so hard to drive?” she demanded.
Tyler grinned. “Because he’s a man. Cam would give his eyeteeth for it. I think it’s quite old, and I know they made hardly any as four-seaters.”
“So it’s a rare classic? It’s ridiculous he lets anyone else drive it.”
“Aren’t you lucky, then?”
Sammie pulled a face and dragged her brain back to where she needed it.
“Left at the next corner.”
She followed the rest of Tyler’s street instructions and glided to a halt in the driveway of a white-painted 1920’s timber bungalow. “Nice! How long have you lived here?”
“We bought it as soon as I got pregnant. There’s a lot more we’d like to refurb inside, including the kitchen, but it’s coming on okay.”
Sammie pushed the driver’s door open, raced around to the passenger side, and offered her arm for support. “Thanks for all your help, Tyler. I can always phone if I have more queries.”
“See that you do.”
“Yes, Mom. I’ll just see you safely inside.”
“Phfffft!” Tyler teased. “You think I need helping like I’m an old lady?”
“I think you need helping like you’re a rather fat one. If you fall over, I’ll never be able to pick you up.”
Tyler rolled her eyes at that, and grasped Sammie’s hand to heave herself from the low seat. “Yeah, the fat lady’s had enough of this. Roll on baby-day.”
Sammie glanced up at the sky and asked, “What do you know about Nick’s house? The beach house? He said if the weather cleared he’d take me there so I can liaise with the builder.”
Tyler’s attention sharpened. “Lucky you. It’s quite an old place, built around 1900 I think. I saw the deeds but I haven’t seen the house.”
“What’s he having done?”
“A heap of stuff. Practically turning it back to front. He said the living rooms didn’t face the sea.”
“Well, they used to build the oldies facing the street.”
“I get the feeling there’s not a street as such.” Tyler dug out her keys, unlocked the door, and sent Sammie a rueful smile. “Look after my nice boss for me.”
“He doesn’t need much looking after, although half the women in town are probably keen to try.”
“He’s a short term guy—never gets serious.”
Small tremors that felt horribly like jealousy squeezed at Sammie’s heart, even though she’d vowed to keep clear of him. “Why am I not
He nodded slowly as though he accepted her reasoning, and her thudding heartbeat eased off a little.
Then a further challenge flared deep in his dark eyes. “I still say you’re a liar though. I know when a woman’s turned on.”
“I admitted I was! A bit. What I’m sitting on feels like one hundred percent temptation if that makes you feel any better, but...”
“But you’re not going to do anything about it?”
“Right. Good. You finally understand.” She made to wriggle off his lap and still he didn’t relax his grip on her.
“One hundred percent temptation, huh? Room for any negotiation there, Sammie?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
As she drove Tyler home, the clouds parted and fitful sunshine beamed through. Maybe Nick would take her out to his house after all? With the traffic lighter in the suburbs, she let the Ferrari have its head a little more. Its throaty growl reverberated deep in her gut and she couldn’t suppress a smile. No doubt it gave him a visceral thrill, too. Put a grin on his gorgeous face. Made the blood pump faster around his incredible body.
She stalled the capricious car yet again as she stopped at an intersection.
Damn, I’m thinking of him instead of concentrating.
“Why would he want a car that’s so hard to drive?” she demanded.
Tyler grinned. “Because he’s a man. Cam would give his eyeteeth for it. I think it’s quite old, and I know they made hardly any as four-seaters.”
“So it’s a rare classic? It’s ridiculous he lets anyone else drive it.”
“Aren’t you lucky, then?”
Sammie pulled a face and dragged her brain back to where she needed it.
“Left at the next corner.”
She followed the rest of Tyler’s street instructions and glided to a halt in the driveway of a white-painted 1920’s timber bungalow. “Nice! How long have you lived here?”
“We bought it as soon as I got pregnant. There’s a lot more we’d like to refurb inside, including the kitchen, but it’s coming on okay.”
Sammie pushed the driver’s door open, raced around to the passenger side, and offered her arm for support. “Thanks for all your help, Tyler. I can always phone if I have more queries.”
“See that you do.”
“Yes, Mom. I’ll just see you safely inside.”
“Phfffft!” Tyler teased. “You think I need helping like I’m an old lady?”
“I think you need helping like you’re a rather fat one. If you fall over, I’ll never be able to pick you up.”
Tyler rolled her eyes at that, and grasped Sammie’s hand to heave herself from the low seat. “Yeah, the fat lady’s had enough of this. Roll on baby-day.”
Sammie glanced up at the sky and asked, “What do you know about Nick’s house? The beach house? He said if the weather cleared he’d take me there so I can liaise with the builder.”
Tyler’s attention sharpened. “Lucky you. It’s quite an old place, built around 1900 I think. I saw the deeds but I haven’t seen the house.”
“What’s he having done?”
“A heap of stuff. Practically turning it back to front. He said the living rooms didn’t face the sea.”
“Well, they used to build the oldies facing the street.”
“I get the feeling there’s not a street as such.” Tyler dug out her keys, unlocked the door, and sent Sammie a rueful smile. “Look after my nice boss for me.”
“He doesn’t need much looking after, although half the women in town are probably keen to try.”
“He’s a short term guy—never gets serious.”
Small tremors that felt horribly like jealousy squeezed at Sammie’s heart, even though she’d vowed to keep clear of him. “Why am I not
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