About That Night.... Scarlet Wilson

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      “Any chance of a copy of your list? It will save me doing mine.”

      She raised her head and the sides of her mouth turned up. “Not a hope.” She stood up and walked toward the door. “I’m going to start going over my files, see what work I need to hand over to someone else.”

      “Violet?”

      She stopped, her hand on the doorhandle. “What?”

      He couldn’t help it. He had to ask. Did she have the same kind of traits that he’d seen in her brother? He needed to know. The next three months were going to be a strain. Ever since that kiss he’d spent the past few months avoiding being in close proximity to her.

      They’d never spoken about it. Never mentioned it. A drunken fumble on a work night out that no one knew about.

      He had no idea how she felt about it.

      More importantly, he’d no idea how he felt about it.

      He’d woken up the next morning with the strangest feeling in his stomach. Part dread, part excitement. He was her boss. He should never have gone near her. It compromised their working relationship.

      And now it seemed as if she was prepared to hold it over his head. That made Violet dangerous. That made Violet a threat.

      “When the director interrupted us you were saying something about me being unprofessional. You were implying that because of the kiss. You thought you were about to be fired. Were you going to try and get me fired too? Would you do that, Violet?”

      Her eyes met his and he saw a little flash of fire. She didn’t hesitate for a second. “In a heartbeat.”

      She pushed open the door and walked out, leaving Evan wondering what he’d got himself into.

      CHAPTER TWO

      THE HEAT HIT her as soon as they stepped off the plane. It was like stepping into a fan-heated oven.

      How on earth could she function in this for the next three months? Would she ever get used to it?

      The sweat was already starting to run in rivulets down her back and catch in her bra strap. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a travel-sized antiperspirant spray. “I’m heading to the ladies’ room. Can you watch for my bag? It’s lime-green.”

      Evan nodded and dropped his rucksack onto the floor beside the luggage carousel. Great. A twelve-hour flight from Atlanta to Lagos, Nigeria, and he still wasn’t speaking to her.

      Not that she cared. But it was unnerving to sit next to someone for that long without exchanging a single word.

      She splashed some water on her face and pulled a ponytail band from her bag, sweeping her sticky hair from the back of her neck. She pulled off her white top and sprayed liberally before swapping it for a purple one in her rucksack. It was a little crumpled but it would have to do.

      Was Evan planning on speaking to her any time soon? And what did he have to be so mad about, anyway? She’d only told him the truth. And if he couldn’t handle the truth …

      She heard the squeak of luggage being wheeled past the doorway. People were obviously leaving so the baggage must have arrived.

      She picked up her bag and headed back outside, just in time to see Evan drag her lime-green suitcase from the carousel.

      It landed with a thump at her feet. “What on earth have you got in here? Did you pack the entire contents of your apartment? I’ve never seen a suitcase that size in my life. As for the weight, how on earth did you get it down your stairs?”

      She watched as he pulled another suitcase—this time with one hand—from the carousel. It was a medium-sized navy blue case. She couldn’t help the smile that flickered across her lips.

      She tilted her head up at him. “Oh, so now you’re talking to me, are you?” She pulled the handle up on the side of her case and tilted it onto its wheels. The initial tug was tough but once the case picked up a little momentum, it sailed along behind her.

      “Do you remember the name of the person we’re meeting?” She walked in the direction of the exit.

      Evan was matching her stride for stride, holding his case easily in his hand—he had no need for wheels. He pulled a piece of paper from his top pocket. “Someone called Amos should be waiting for us outside Arrivals with a car. They said under no circumstances should we get in a local taxi.” His eyes fell on her suitcase again. “Though at this rate we’ll probably need an eighteen-wheeler to move that. What do you have in there?”

      Violet rolled her eyes. “Just everything a girl could need. Hold up a sec,” she said, as one of the customs officers gestured toward her.

      Two hours later they finally made it to the exit.

      “Of all the ridiculous, over-packed, stupid items to have in your suitcase—”

      “Oh, drop it, Evan. I’m too hot and tired to listen to your whining.” She nodded in the direction of a man with a board showing their names in his hand. He looked as if he was wilting.

      “Hi,” she said. “Amos? I’m Violet Connelly and this is Evan Hunter. Sorry we took so long.”

      The man’s brow furrowed. “Was there a problem with the officials? I hope not.”

      Evan let out a snort. “The only problems were the ones that she caused. Probably by trying to transport the equivalent of an elephant in her luggage.”

      “An elephant? I don’t understand.”

      Violet placed her hand over his. “Dr. Hunter is being sarcastic. The officials searched my luggage and removed certain items.”

      “Items? What items?”

      Violet shook her head. “Nothing important. Some U.S. candy. Some electrical items. Nothing I can’t live without.”

      Evan was obviously becoming impatient. The two-hour-long inspection of Violet’s luggage must have been the final straw for him. “Do you have a car?”

      Amos nodded. “The minibus is parked outside. I’ll take you to the Healthy World Federation building and give you some safety instructions. Stay next to me, please, as we leave the building. Some of the local taxis will try and encourage you to go with them.”

      He grabbed hold of the handle of Violet’s case and stopped dead, obviously unprepared for the weight. He struggled to give her a smile as he dragged it along behind him. Within a few minutes they were outside the terminal building and were immediately accosted by a whole host of taxi drivers.

      “Stay close!” shouted Amos as they pushed their way through. Evan’s hand appeared from nowhere and rested gently at her waist, guiding her through the shouting faces until they reached the car park.

      “How far to the city?”

      The long flight, followed by the search at customs, had taken their toll. Violet was ready to collapse in СКАЧАТЬ