Deadly Intent. Valerie Parv

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СКАЧАТЬ nodded. “Especially if the mine is where they think it is, underground near Cotton Tree Gorge.” Jo Francis was a journalist who’d been working with Blake on a story when she’d tumbled into a hidden valley trying to elude one of Max Horvath’s henchmen. The ancient rock paintings they’d noted were placed high above the valley floor, indicating the dangerously high levels the creek flowing through it could reach during the monsoon rains. Diamond Downs had already tasted the fury of the rains soon to come, and the wet season still hadn’t started in earnest.

      She could only pray the Wet would hold off long enough for her and Ryan to look for the mine. If they didn’t find anything…resolutely she pushed the thought of failure out of her mind. Not only her father’s life, but the only thing besides Des’s family that mattered to him—his land—was at stake. They couldn’t afford to fail.

      Ryan swiped the dipstick with a clean rag and replaced it, then pulled it back out. “Close to full?” she asked.

      “A quarter inch away from the full mark, close enough,” he agreed.

      She got out as he began to check the radiator hoses and clamps. For a beat-up old car, it was in surprisingly good running order, she noted. Under her hand the engine had positively purred. Why drive a car that looked as if it was about to fall apart at any moment, yet keep it practically in racing condition? Another piece of the Ryan puzzle, she decided.

      She leaned on her arms on the car body, angling in under the hood to watch him work, finding more enjoyment than she wanted to in his easy movements.

      The thought disturbed her enough to say, “Why don’t we decide right now what we should do about finding the mine. Save us having to go out to eat later.”

      His wry look raked her. “Jumping to conclusions again, Judy? Don’t you think I can afford to buy you dinner?”

      From the look of him, a hamburger would stretch his resources. Then she considered what he’d said about asking first. “Can you?”

      “I may have trouble servicing the bank loan, but I’ll manage somehow.”

      Masking her irritation at the blatant mockery in his tone, she smiled. “Then we’d better find the diamonds soon.”

      He replaced the dipstick and reached to close the hood, forcing her to jump out of the way. “Not on my account.”

      “Won’t you feel better knowing Dad’s future is safe?”

      “Give me some credit. Des deserves health and happiness more than most men. But not because I’m indebted to him for rescuing me. I was fine as I was.”

      And what was he now? “Where do you call home?” she asked on impulse.

      He looked surprised at the question. “You sound as if you don’t think I have one.”

      Something else she hadn’t thought to ask. What additional surprises lay behind his inscrutable facade? “You’ve never mentioned one.”

      “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

      Anger bubbled through her and she fisted her hands on her hips. “Is it too much to expect one straight answer out of you?”

      He seemed to collapse in on himself. “You’re right, there’s no reason you shouldn’t know. I have a home, an old pearling master’s cottage in Broome.”

      She knew her eyebrows had risen. Such heritage properties weren’t cheap to acquire or maintain. “I’d like to see it sometime.”

      “I don’t spend very much time there.”

      As soon as the words left his mouth and he saw her expression become shuttered, Ryan regretted being so blunt. It wasn’t her fault that she’d haunted his thoughts since his teens, making a mockery of his vow to rely only on himself and not allow anyone to get to him emotionally ever again.

      In the three years since she’d shown up at a station where he was working, he’d returned to Diamond Downs only a handful of times, the last being four months ago, and he knew she was the reason. Around Judy he felt too much, wanted too much. On previous visits he’d managed to keep his feelings in check. This time, perhaps because Des’s health was declining and Diamond Downs faced such an uncertain future, Ryan had felt his resistance slipping.

      The solution was as obvious as it was appealing. Have a fling with Judy and get her out of his system once and for all. He’d be doing them both a favor, he reasoned. She insisted she was more interested in flying planes than in serious relationships, so easing the tension between them with a no-strings affair should suit her, too. Afterward they’d be free to get on with their separate lives.

      “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I am away a lot, but when I’m home I’ll gladly show you around,” he said.

      “Deal,” she said, and smiled at him.

      The change transformed her into the woman who’d filled his dreams since he was fourteen years old. Streaked with grease and dressed in slim-legged jeans, dusty elastic-sided boots and a high-cut T-shirt that revealed an inch of golden midriff with every move, she looked sensational.

      He knew only too well why every other woman who’d crossed his path on his travels around the Kimberley had left him cold. However beautiful, pliant or eager for his company they’d been, they weren’t Judy Logan.

      How many women would choose to spend an afternoon working on a car, as competently as Ryan himself? If she wanted him to join her hunting for a diamond mine he wasn’t convinced had ever existed, he’d be with her every step of the way.

      He respected Des Logan enough to want to see him restored to health. And his intended fling with Judy would go more smoothly if she had the security the diamonds would provide, so it was what Ryan wanted, as well.

      “You’re staring,” she said softly.

      He felt as if molten metal were pouring along every vein, pooling in his groin. “If you had my vantage point, you’d stare, too.”

      She shifted from one foot to the other as if the compliment made her uncomfortable. “Look, maybe this dinner date isn’t such a good idea.”

      “It isn’t a dinner date—it’s a strategy meeting.” And he was Robinson Crusoe.

      “And that’s all?”

      He made the time-honored gesture. “Cross my heart.”

      “Then perhaps Cade should come with us.”

      Now there Ryan drew the line. “He ought to stay here in case your father needs anything.”

      She caught her lower lip between slightly uneven white teeth. “You’re right, but—”

      He couldn’t help it. His hand drifted to her cheek and he brushed away a streak of dust, eliciting a shiver that told him she wasn’t completely indifferent to him. “No buts. Be ready at seven.”

      Chapter 2

      “What’s going on?” Judy demanded as she followed Ryan into an old cottage a short drive from the main homestead. “I thought you СКАЧАТЬ