When the Devil Drives

His smile widened insolently. 'Now that's carrying pessimism too far.'He paused, watching the colour flood into her face. 'I shall expect youto join me at the country club at eight this evening,' he went on. 'Anddon't make me come and fetch you, because that would annoy me.''I'm shivering in my shoes,' she flung at him, furious with herself forblushing.'No, lass, not you.' He swung himself off the rail, dusting off histrousers. 'You're not a weakling like Simon. You're a chip off the oldblock. Taming you, Joanna Chalfont, is going to be a privilege as wellas a pleasure.''You're disgusting, Callum Blackstone!' She held herself verystraight. 'I loathe and despise you, and I always will!'He laughed, running a hatefully casual finger down the curve of herwarm cheek. 'Tell me that again in the morning,' he said, and walkedaway from her up the path towards the car park.Joanna was suddenly aware that her breathing was as hurried as ifshe'd been taking part in some marathon race, and that her legs hadturned to jelly, but she made herself stand there, unmoving anddefiant, until his car started up, and turned on to the road above.She saw him lower the window and lean out, lifting his hand in amocking salute.'Until tonight.' The words came to her faintly, and were instantlypicked up by the crowding hills, and echoed back with disagreeabletriumph, and all too distinctly. Until tonight—until tonight...With a little sob, Joanna pressed her hands over her ears, and began tostumble up the path towards her own vehicle.Damn him, she thought violently. Damn him for all eternity!