When the Devil Drives

could always be relied on for a hefty donation to any good cause. Noone cared any more about past rights or wrongs, it seemed.And once she and Cal Blackstone had been formally introduced, hetook pains to remind her of the fact by seeking her out to greet her atevery encounter. In fact, Joanna decided, he took an unpleasantdelight in forcing himself on her notice, engaging her in conversation,and even inviting her to dance.And the fact that she had ignored all his overtures and was neveranything but icily civil in return seemed only to amuse him.If she continued to keep him rigidly at a distance, eventually he wouldget tired of his cat-and-mouse games with her, she'd assured herself.But she'd been wrong about that—totally wrong. Which was why sheknew, none better, just what Cal Blackstone's real motives were, andexactly what he had planned for the remaining members of theChalfont family.She shivered, wrapping her arms defensively across her body, as shemade herself relive once more in nerve-aching detail that rain-washedautumn afternoon on the high moor road above Northwaite whenshe'd discovered for herself how ruthless, how relentless an enemy hewas...'Damnation!' Joanna stared down at the offside wheel of her Mini, herheart sinking. 'Of all times to get a flat tyre!' she muttered to herself,as she went to find the jack.The rain was sweeping in sheets across the Northwaite valley below,and the hills were dankly shrouded in low cloud and mist.