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Author: Emma Darcy
chairs, facing the computer on her desk. She needed to get her thoughts focused on business again. Tomorrow morning she would face what she had to with Nathan King. Until thenâ¦
âHeâs free,â Sam said with a sidelong look at her.
âI beg your pardon?â Miranda answered distractedly, watching the monitor screen as the computer went through its start procedure.
âNathanâ¦heâs unattached right now. The woman he was seeing got married. He hasnât started up with anyone else yet.â
âWell, I guess heâs feeling rejected,â Miranda commented, hoping she sounded careless, though she was amazed that Nathan King had been turned down for some other man.
âOh, she didnât reject him. It wasnât that kind of relationship. Just casual lovers, really, though it did go on for a few years.â
Miranda gritted her teeth as anger blazed through her. Casual lovers! More like a convenient mistress who finally wised up and got herself a man who really loved her. If Nathan King was harbouring the idea that she could now fall into that convenient slot, he could think again. One way or another she would make her position very clear to him tomorrow.
âShall we get down to business?â she said coldly, drawing a startled glance from Sam.
âSure! Just thought you might like to know about Nathan.â
âI know all I need to know, Sam. Heâs a member of the King family. Okay?â
Wide blue eyes met green ice and curiosity was instantly quenched. âFine!â Samâs gaze snapped to the monitor screen. âThe bookings are listed in time sequence andâ¦â
Finallyfemale in her aquiver. Likeâ¦business!
Miranda savagely recalled Tommy King saying Nathan was a brick wall. She vowed that the cattle King would meet a steel wall tomorrow, with barbed wire on top to deter any attempt at scaling it.
CHAPTER FIVE
M IRANDA WAS ALREADY at the resort helipad when Nathan pulled up in his Jeep. She had arrived five minutes before the arranged time of meeting, driving one of the luggage buggies, which sheâd commandeered for her use. Being early made her feel more prepared, more on top of the situation.
Even so, Nathan swung himself out of the Jeep and Mirandaâs breath caught in her throat. Regardless of her mental shields, his physical impact got to her, a big blast of strong maleness that instantly set everything female in her aquiver. Like herself, he was dressed in shorts, shirt, walking boots, a hat in one hand, a backpack dangling from his shoulder, but he emanated purposeful vitality while she felt hopelessly paralysed.
âGood morning,â he said, shooting a smile at her that jump-started her heart again. âWeâve struck it lucky with a cloudless sky. A clear sunrise makes the colours more vivid.â
âYes, it is a good morning,â she agreed, though it promised a hot, hot day to come. In more ways than one, given her instinctive response to him.
He waved her towards the helicopter on the pad and she fell into step beside him, concentrating on injecting more steel into her spine.
âHave you read anything about the Bungle Bungle Range?â he asked.
âOnly what was in the tour pamphlet.â
âWell, seeing says it all.â
Clearly he was not interested in lecturing or showing off his local knowledge, but his interest in her was twinkling from his eyes and playing havoc with Mirandaâs nerves.
âHaving trouble sleeping?â he asked.
âNo,â she instantly denied, wondering if she looked tired from last nightâs tossing and turning over this meeting. âWhy should I?â she challenged, wanting to pin-point the reason for his speculation.
âOh, the quiet sometimes gets to city people. They miss the background noise, and other things theyâre used to.â
Like sex?
Miranda found her jaw clenching and mentally berated herself for being
âHeâs free,â Sam said with a sidelong look at her.
âI beg your pardon?â Miranda answered distractedly, watching the monitor screen as the computer went through its start procedure.
âNathanâ¦heâs unattached right now. The woman he was seeing got married. He hasnât started up with anyone else yet.â
âWell, I guess heâs feeling rejected,â Miranda commented, hoping she sounded careless, though she was amazed that Nathan King had been turned down for some other man.
âOh, she didnât reject him. It wasnât that kind of relationship. Just casual lovers, really, though it did go on for a few years.â
Miranda gritted her teeth as anger blazed through her. Casual lovers! More like a convenient mistress who finally wised up and got herself a man who really loved her. If Nathan King was harbouring the idea that she could now fall into that convenient slot, he could think again. One way or another she would make her position very clear to him tomorrow.
âShall we get down to business?â she said coldly, drawing a startled glance from Sam.
âSure! Just thought you might like to know about Nathan.â
âI know all I need to know, Sam. Heâs a member of the King family. Okay?â
Wide blue eyes met green ice and curiosity was instantly quenched. âFine!â Samâs gaze snapped to the monitor screen. âThe bookings are listed in time sequence andâ¦â
Finallyfemale in her aquiver. Likeâ¦business!
Miranda savagely recalled Tommy King saying Nathan was a brick wall. She vowed that the cattle King would meet a steel wall tomorrow, with barbed wire on top to deter any attempt at scaling it.
CHAPTER FIVE
M IRANDA WAS ALREADY at the resort helipad when Nathan pulled up in his Jeep. She had arrived five minutes before the arranged time of meeting, driving one of the luggage buggies, which sheâd commandeered for her use. Being early made her feel more prepared, more on top of the situation.
Even so, Nathan swung himself out of the Jeep and Mirandaâs breath caught in her throat. Regardless of her mental shields, his physical impact got to her, a big blast of strong maleness that instantly set everything female in her aquiver. Like herself, he was dressed in shorts, shirt, walking boots, a hat in one hand, a backpack dangling from his shoulder, but he emanated purposeful vitality while she felt hopelessly paralysed.
âGood morning,â he said, shooting a smile at her that jump-started her heart again. âWeâve struck it lucky with a cloudless sky. A clear sunrise makes the colours more vivid.â
âYes, it is a good morning,â she agreed, though it promised a hot, hot day to come. In more ways than one, given her instinctive response to him.
He waved her towards the helicopter on the pad and she fell into step beside him, concentrating on injecting more steel into her spine.
âHave you read anything about the Bungle Bungle Range?â he asked.
âOnly what was in the tour pamphlet.â
âWell, seeing says it all.â
Clearly he was not interested in lecturing or showing off his local knowledge, but his interest in her was twinkling from his eyes and playing havoc with Mirandaâs nerves.
âHaving trouble sleeping?â he asked.
âNo,â she instantly denied, wondering if she looked tired from last nightâs tossing and turning over this meeting. âWhy should I?â she challenged, wanting to pin-point the reason for his speculation.
âOh, the quiet sometimes gets to city people. They miss the background noise, and other things theyâre used to.â
Like sex?
Miranda found her jaw clenching and mentally berated herself for being