In Bed With...Collection. Emma Darcy

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      He hadn’t said he loved her, but wanting her to think of sharing his life—all the years ahead of them—and hoping she wanted to be the mistress of his heart…why would he crave her love, if he didn’t feel love for her? The words would come—she was sure of it—when he felt the time was right. Though she didn’t really need until the end of the tourist season to know what she already knew…that nothing was going to change her mind or heart. Nathan was the man for her.

      Though she did owe an obligation to Tommy, to work out her contract at the resort…if he wanted her to. It might be better if she didn’t, should there be any risk of Bobby spreading damaging lies about the resort because she was the manager. Were Nathan and Tommy right in believing they had fixed the problem?

      She hoped so.

      It would be good to lay the past to rest, knowing it could never come back to hurt her or those she cared about, and that included everyone who’d supported her at King’s Eden. As Nathan drove through the resort to the homestead, she felt she had established herself as a person in her own right here. Maybe that was the effect of the outback, bringing out one’s inner resources to meet the challenge of it.

      Sam and Tommy were waiting on their arrival, their stances on the homestead verandah reflecting the sparring mood typical of any conversation between them. However, attention was instantly focused on Nathan and Miranda as they alighted from the Land Cruiser. All personal wrangling halted as the new couple were scrutinised for sexual signals.

      “Well, before I skip off,” Sam addressed them, “you’d better tell me if I’m to damp down the rumours or let them fly. That sleazy creep, Hewson, yapped on about Miranda, having her claws into you, Nathan, and I told him flat that if she did, it was precisely where you wanted her claws to be because no one got to you unless you opened up to them.”

      “How very perceptive of you, Sam!” Nathan answered good-humouredly.

      “So?” She gave him a piercing look. “What am I to say?”

      “That I take intense pleasure in every one of Miranda’s claw-marks and can’t wait for more.”

      “What?” Sam’s eyes goggled at Miranda. “You two truly are an item?”

      “Yes,” she answered, casting a chiding look at the man beside her. “Though I’m not really into clawing.”

      “Oh, boy, this is good! This is really good!” Sam enthused, then turned an arch look to Tommy who had apparently taken the news with bland equanimity. “Looks like you’ll have to make do with Celine thinking you’re adorable. And that will only last until she hooks up with Jared in Broome and gets her lustful little hands on him.”

      “I couldn’t give a damn about Celine,” Tommy retorted with a bored look. “It was just part of the game.”

      “And you’re such a good game player!”

      Sam stepped off the verandah and pasted a brilliant smile on her face for Nathan and Miranda. “I’m glad for both of you.” She clapped Nathan’s shoulder in passing. “I’ll try to get Miranda to let her nails grow, Nathan. If ever a man deserves what he wants, it’s you.”

      With that final little snipe at Tommy, she walked off jauntily, leaving him glaring after her.

      “One of these days when that little witch gets off her broomstick…”

      “You’ll beat her with it?” Nathan drily surmised.

      Tommy huffed feelingly. “You couldn’t even beat submission out of Sam.”

      “You don’t want submission, Tommy,” Nathan said knowingly.

      It won a crooked smile. “No, but a bit of respect would go a long way.” His eyes flashed satisfaction. “Which is what I taught Hewson. As well as ramming it home that nobody does us a damage without paying a price.”

      “I haven’t had a chance to thank you for taking over for me, Tommy,” Miranda breathed, acutely aware of what she owed both brothers.

      His face broke into a cheerful grin. “One of the best moments of my life…Nathan actually asking me to stand shoulder to shoulder with him against the enemy. For that alone, you’re always going to be special to me, Miranda.”

      He stepped back and waved them onto the verandah. “Let’s go inside and park your bag. Time’s moving on. I’ll have to be leaving myself in a minute.”

      “Not before you tell us the nuts and bolts,” Nathan said as they entered the homestead.

      “Just got to collect my stuff from the office.”

      “Tommy…”

      “Now, Nathan, give me credit,” Tommy crowed, wagging an admonishing finger as he headed them towards the hall leading to the administration wing. “I can spin a story better than most.”

      “True.”

      “And our guests love outback stories.” His eyes twinkled with teasing triumph. “So over dinner on Saturday night, I regaled them with the legend of Lachlan’s law.”

      “Lachlan’s law?” Miranda queried.

      Tommy waved dismissively. “Nathan can tell you.”

      “A marked change of attitude on Sunday?” Nathan quizzed his brother.

      “Like magic it was,” Tommy assured him. “Sam had the highly questionable pleasure of being the Hewsons’ guide all day Sunday, and she reported there was no further mention of Miranda and no digs about management. Of course, I did finish up my story with the reflection that you, Nathan, were made in the same mould as our father and held in the same regard by Albert’s tribe.”

      “Albert?” Miranda couldn’t help asking, not understanding what the Aboriginal guide and didgeridoo player had to do with this.

      “A particularly vivid touch of reality to the story since they’d met him that morning,” Tommy remarked smugly. He grinned at Nathan. “Then last night I laid the pearls on Celine, shovelling the pitch that her skin was made for them, the perfect sheen for her beguiling perfection, etcetera etcetera and offering up Jared to show her the best in the world. And that, my dear brother, is guaranteed to cost Hewson many, many thousands of dollars.”

      “The price of pride!” Nathan said, and laughed. “I salute you, Tommy. Forget the shoulder to shoulder. You can stand in front of me any time.”

      “I shall take that accolade and shove it down Sam’s throat on some appropriate occasion,” Tommy said with relish. “Meanwhile—” he lowered his brows at both of them as they turned into the administration wing “—am I going to have to rearrange management here?”

      “You can count on one season, Tommy,” Nathan answered. “The rest is up to Miranda. Her choice.”

      “Right!” he said in some relief, halting at the office door and gesturing them on to Miranda’s private quarters. “I’m off then. No playing on my time, Nathan.”

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