When the Devil Drives

together, it's always been the same. I'm looking at you. You'relooking at me. Don't pretend you haven't been aware of it.''Your—arrogance is quite incredible.''Not arrogance,' he said. 'Certainty. The knowledge of who I am andwhere I'm going. The intangible thing my grandfather fought for.''Well, don't be too sure of yourself,' she bit back at him. 'I expectyou've heard the old saying, "From clogs to clogs in threegenerations."'He laughed, releasing her chin. 'Is that what you hope for me—ruin?It won't happen, Joanna. I'll see to that. We Blackstones have workedtoo hard and sacrificed too much for what we've got to let it slipaway.''That,' she said, 'was what the Chalfonts thought too.'He grinned at her. 'What sort of clogs have you been wearing,Joanna? Italian ones with four-inch heels?' He took her by theshoulders and turned her towards the door. 'Now run away, and waitfor your breakfast.''I'm not hungry. And I don't take orders from you.'He shrugged again. 'As you wish. Stay and watch me get dressed ifthat's what turns you on.' He began to loosen the towel he waswearing, watching her mockingly. 'Unless, of course, you'd prefer meto cancel breakfast altogether—and take you back to bed?''No,' Joanna said, furiously conscious that she was blushing again, 'Iwould not!'She swept out of the bathroom with as much dignity as she couldmuster, trying not to trip on the trailing hem of Cal's robe.