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never wanted any woman so much in
all his life! He tried to tell himself that the world wouldn't come to an end
if he didn't get an immediate gratification of his hunger for her, but her
resolve— and therefore her ability to control her own needs— made him slightly
resentful. How could Tasha possibly want him as badly
as he wanted her if she could say no, even threaten to just walk away? Again a
feeling of panic at the thought swept over him, and he knew that he would go to
any lengths to keep her. Because he just had to have her.
    'I'm sorry,
Miss Briant, but there's nothing I can do until a new lock can be fitted.' It
was a week or so later, and Tasha stood in angry frustration at the entrance to
her garage. Pranksters had super-glued the lock on the gates that closed off
the driveway and none of the tenants could get their cars out. And she'd
arranged to meet the employee of a Middle Eastern big-shot this afternoon for
what could turn out to be one of the most important interviews for her
programme. Darn! The girl was only in England for a couple of days and they'd
arranged to meet at the home of her sister, which was half way across the
country, and being Sunday it would be impossible to hire a car.
    Tasha hesitated for only a
moment and then rang Brett's number. Quickly she explained about the car. 'I've
got an important appointment and I've just got to have a car,' she told him.
'Can I possibly borrow yours?'
    Guessing what kind of
appointment she'd have on a Sunday, Brett thought fast and said, 'Of course
you're welcome to borrow it, but have you ever driven a four-wheel drive
before?'
    'Well, no, but surely it's
the same as any other car?'
    'Not really. And I'm afraid
mine's so old that it can be touchy and temperamental if you're not used to it.
How about if I drive you where you want to go?'
    'That's kind of you, Brett,
but I'm sure I'll be able to handle it.'
    'Why don't I bring it over
and you can try it out?' he offered.
    She accepted gratefully and
Brett drove across London to a street a couple of blocks from Tasha's place
where he stopped and made one or two adjustments to the car. Then he drove on
to her building.
    Tasha ran to meet him and
gave him a hug. 'This is brilliant of you.'
    'Try
it first,' he cautioned.
    She got in the driver's
seat, confident of her ability to handle the vehicle, but listened patiently
while Brett ran through its idiosyncrasies. There seemed to be an awful lot of
them. He insisted on sitting beside her while she tried it out. She started off
and within seconds was exclaiming in horror, 'This steering is all over the
place!' She tried to stop but the brake pedal went down to the floor without
anything happening. And they were coming up to a busy junction with the traffic
lights against them!
    Kicking her foot off the
pedal, Brett pumped it and they came to an abrupt stop.
    Her eyes wide with horror,
Tasha said faintly, 'My God, how on earth can you get around in this thing?'
    'I
told you it was temperamental.'
    'Yes, but you neglected to
add that it was a time- bomb on wheels.'
    'Perhaps you'd prefer not
to use it? Can you borrow a different car?'
    Tasha looked down at her
watch. 'There isn't time.' She frowned in impatience, then
said, 'Can you really drive it safely?'
    'Oh,
sure, I'm used to it.'
    'Then would you take me,
please? I can't miss out on this interview.'
    'Of
course.' They changed places and Brett drove cautiously along. 'Where do
you want to go?'
    'It's a village called Highclere St Mary's, in Derbyshire.'
    'Quite a
way, then. I'd better get some petrol.' Stopping at the first service
station they came to, he said, 'I don't have a map for that area; do you think
you could buy one from the shop?'
    Tasha hurried off to get
one and, as soon as she was out of sight, Brett lifted up the bonnet of the car
and reversed the adjustments he'd made earlier. When she returned he was calmly
filling the tank. Afterwards they seemed to make better progress and Brett had
no