Melting The Icy Tycoon. Jan Colley

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      “I can afford to be self-indulgent, Eve. Can you?”

      “I have a bit to come and go on, thank you.”

      “Name your price.”

      Her temper stirred and stretched. “You can’t afford it.”

      For the first time she saw anger flare in his eyes. Not much, carefully controlled, but he definitely had not learned that he couldn’t get everything he wanted all of the time.

      Her heart gave a thump, but it wasn’t fear or even apprehension she felt facing him down. It was excitement, in its purest form. And it was very worrying. “I will be making improvements,” she told him, tossing her head. “In the meantime, get some blinds.” She drained her cup and stood. “Thank you for the coffee.”

      Her neighbor stood also, forcing her to look up. His eyes drilled into her face. “You didn’t answer my question. Why is a big-shot TV star interested in living on this side of the island, anyway?”

      Eve shot him a look of disdain and stalked to the door. This hadn’t gone well at all. With her back still to him, she said quietly, “I am not a big TV star. I’m just a regular person who wants a bit of peace and quiet.”

      She looked over her shoulder. The physical distance between them strengthened her. The distance in his eyes depressed her. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I thought with the two of us being close neighbors and no one else for miles around—well, it would be nice to have someone to call on in an emergency, is all.”

      That square jaw rose and he glared down his long nose at her. “The trendy artists and café set in the village will welcome someone like you. Up here the natives are not so friendly.” He paused ominously. “In the meantime, an emergency is acceptable. Discussing my open offer on your house is acceptable. Unannounced visits are not.”

      It took all of the willpower Eve possessed not to slam the door in his face. Striding down the hill in the dark, it occurred to her he hadn’t even offered her a lift home. She wouldn’t have accepted, anyway.

      “Put him out of your mind,” she muttered to herself. There were bigger, more important things to think about.

      She had an election to disrupt and an old enemy to vanquish.

      Two

      Conn almost groaned aloud when he saw Eve sitting up front, chatting to the purser. He considered turning and walking off the ferry, but this was the last one of the night. It was now or the office couch.

      He slipped warily into a seat at the back. The ferry was almost empty. With a bit of luck, he could get off before she saw him when they got to Waiheke. He stretched his long legs out, pulled his coat collar up around his ears and squeezed his eyes shut.

      He knew he had been arrogant and the passage of a few days was not long enough to let him forget. She’d made an overture of friendship, and he had thrown it back at her. He could still see her lovely face streaked with embarrassment and something worse, as if her eyes were bruised. Had it been so long that he’d forgotten how to act around a woman?

      Forgotten how to act around people, period. Conn avoided interaction with people. Even his parents had nearly given up on him. They had been a happy family unit once. Now he was lucky to speak to them once a month.

      It used to be so different.

      He could hear Eve’s voice the whole way. It was a nice voice, warm, lilting, bright with humor. He pried his eyes open occasionally to watch her. Her hair swung and her hands were never still. The purser had a smile a mile wide.

      Finally they docked and Conn did not look back. Of course she would have seen him; there were only a handful of passengers. He got into his car, feeling like a heel, and watched her walk across the road to the taxi rank. The deserted taxi rank.

      Damn.

      He and Eve were the only people who lived up on the ridge far above the terminal. Being only thirty minutes by ferry to New Zealand’s largest city, Waiheke Island was a popular place to reside—if you could afford it. In the summer, day-trippers and tourists tripled the population, and the many hotels, resorts and hostels were full.

      But this was out of season and, except for the ferry commuters, the roads were deserted. There would only be one or two taxis operating at this time of night.

      His hands clenched the wheel.

      The very thought of driving another person froze his guts. Conn was comfortable enough driving himself—he had taught himself to be. Driving was necessary to living in the twenty-first century.

      But the thought of anyone else in the car when he was at the wheel had him straightening and shrinking from an ice-cold trickle of sweat. Because of Rachel.

      He breathed in deeply. He could do this. It wasn’t like he never drove anyone these days. But he generally liked to prepare himself. Give himself a pep talk beforehand.

      He knew he could not drive past his new neighbor in the dark of a late-autumn night.

      Easing the car into gear, he drove across the road, stopped, then leaned over and opened the passenger door.

      Eve actually looked like she was going to refuse. She pursed her mouth, giving the empty streets a last look. Conn began to hope she would turn him down. But then she picked up his briefcase from the passenger seat and slid into the car.

      “Nice of you.”

      He grunted, inhaling something tangy and lemony. They set off sedately. Conn forced himself to relax his knuckles so they would not whiten around the wheel. His knee began to ache. It always did in times of stress. The demolition of that knee in the accident had ruined his rugby-playing career, but that was a small price to pay for the taking of a life.

      “Working late?” she asked eventually.

      “Business dinner.” The road was dark with dew. Conn hated wet roads. “Don’t you have a car?” he asked curtly.

      “It’s in a garage in town. I thought I might get a scooter to have on the island.”

      “Not suitable for the gravel road on the ridge.” In the silence that followed, he chided himself for sounding so abrupt.

      Eve sighed and leaned her head on the rest.

      The engine droned in Conn’s ears. He thought about her talking and laughing with the purser just minutes ago.

      “How’s the job hunting going?” he asked, lifting one damp hand off the wheel to wipe over his thigh.

      “I landed a job today, actually.”

      Conn flashed her a quick glance. She seemed more subdued than elated.

      “It’s part-time,” she continued. “Only a few hours a week from home.” She looked at him and her chin tilted up. “It shouldn’t interfere with my renovations.”

      His lips compressed. If she was planning СКАЧАТЬ