Taming the Rebel Tycoon. Ally Blake

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      Reason soon put paid to that theory. It was Friday night and, as any would-be thief would undoubtedly know, Friday was pay day and the safe would be empty.

      After a moment she recalled that there were a couple of cats who lived on the premises.

      But cats moved silently and they didn’t go through heavy doors and leave them swinging.

      A shiver ran down her spine at the memory.

      Don’t be a fool, she chided herself sharply; it was time she used her common sense rather than letting her imagination run away with her.

      Instead of someone going out ahead of her, it must have been George, coming the opposite way to check the offices, who had left the doors swinging.

      It was a perfectly logical explanation.

      Yet, illogically, she didn’t believe it.

      Well, whether she believed it or not, it was high time she made a move.

      If George had already locked up and completed all his checks—he wouldn’t have worried about a light in her office; he was used to her working late—he could well be ensconced in his little cabin on the far side of the annex, having his tea.

      Which meant that he might not emerge until it was time to do his rounds again and she couldn’t stand here much longer. Her ankle hurt and the box under her arm was getting heavy.

      Glancing round her, she could see no sign of life or movement. Still the feeling of being watched persisted, as though the watcher was patiently waiting to see which way she would jump.

      She pushed the thought away and, summoning all her willpower, decided that as she had already walked more than half the length of the warehouse it made sense to go on, rather than turn back.

      Fighting down a panicky impulse to run, she forced herself to walk steadily towards the huge sliding doors at the end of the hangar-like building.

      Her legs felt curiously stiff and alien, her breathing was rapid and shallow and every muscle in her body had grown tense. Try as she might, she was unable to stop herself from glancing repeatedly over her shoulder.

      When she reached the small staff door to the left of the big main doors and found it securely closed, she breathed a sigh of relief. It boasted a Yale lock so, unless someone had a key, it could only be opened from the inside.

      So much for some thief slipping in and hiding! With an over-active imagination like that, she should be writing stories…

      Her tension relaxing, she let herself out into the dark, wet night and closed the door carefully behind her. Everywhere appeared to be deserted, though a dozen or so cars remained and, outside despatch, a couple of Cartel’s vans were waiting to be loaded.

      The pre-harvest sales push had been phenomenally successful and extra orders for hotels and restaurants were being dealt with by a special evening shift working over in the annex.

      Beyond the range of the annex’s lights, however, the car park, poorly lit apart from the entrance, had areas that looked pitch-black.

      Having come in almost an hour late that morning, she had been forced to park in one of the old, narrow, brick-walled bays that sloped steeply down towards the river. None of the employees used the bays if they could help it because of the difficult manoeuvring that was entailed, and the fact that they were at the far end of the car park.

      There wasn’t a soul in sight as she began to limp to where she’d left her car, but once again she felt that uncomfortable awareness, that disturbing sensation of unseen eyes watching her, and a tingle of fear ran down her spine.

      She felt a cowardly urge to head for the annex where there were lights and people…

      But then what would she do? Admit that she was scared to walk through the car park alone? They would think she was mad.

      And they wouldn’t be far wrong, she thought crossly as, resolutely ignoring her fear, she carried on. Perhaps all the stress of the last year had caught up with her and was making her paranoid? If so, the sooner she got a grip the better.

      Unable to see more than a few yards ahead, it took her a moment or two to locate her small navy-blue Ford. When she did, it was a relief to put her carton on the back seat alongside her case and slide behind the wheel.

      There! Safe! So much for these stupid fancies.

      As she started the engine and began to back out, it occurred to her that she still had no idea where she was heading.

      For someone who was…had been…paid to organise things, she wasn’t doing too well on her own account, she told herself wryly. But, for once in her life, she hadn’t been thinking straight, otherwise she would have looked for somewhere inexpensive and booked before she’d left the office.

      Her left ankle had stiffened up and she was finding it painful to use the clutch, so it would be as well if she could find somewhere comparatively close.

      As she started to turn, it occurred to her that there used to be a smallish hotel a couple of streets away. Now, what was it called…? Fairfax? Fairhaven? Fairbourn? Yes, that was it. She couldn’t remember noticing it lately, which might mean that it had closed down, but—’

      From behind there was a sudden dazzling blaze of headlights and a glancing rear impact sent the front of her car swerving into the wall with a grinding of metal and a tinkling of broken glass.

      Momentarily paralysed by shock, she was sitting motionless when the driver’s door was jerked open and a male voice demanded urgently, ‘Are you all right?’

      ‘Yes…Yes. Quite all right…’ Her own voice seemed to come from a long way away.

      The car had stalled when her foot slipped off the clutch but, even so, he reached inside and felt for the ignition key to turn everything off.

      ‘Then I suggest you stay where you are for a minute while I assess the damage.’ He closed the door against the rain.

      Though she felt dazed, part of her mind registered that his voice was low-pitched and pleasant, a cultured voice and not one she recognised.

      But that attractive voice had said, ‘while I assess the damage’…She groaned inwardly. From what little she could see, his car appeared to be a big expensive one. And, though he had hit her, she was to blame. If she had been concentrating, instead of thinking about where she was to stay, it might not have happened.

      She had just managed to gather herself and was about to unfasten her safety belt and climb out, when the door opened and he was back.

      ‘How bad is it?’ she asked fearfully.

      ‘The original impact was only a glancing blow, so there’s hardly a mark on my car…’

      She could only be thankful for that.

      ‘But I’m very much afraid that the damage caused when your nearside front wing hit the wall will make your car undriveable.’

      After the kind of day she’d had, it was the last straw and she gave way to a СКАЧАТЬ