Carole Mortimer Romance Collection. Carole Mortimer
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‘Drive?’ Juliet repeated dazedly, dropping back into her chair, still stunned by the knowledge that Liam had a villa on the island. She was even more stunned by the fact that he expected her to drive there; she had never driven on the right-hand side of the road before!
Diana nodded. ‘There’s a hire-car waiting outside for you. I’m to give you directions, and a map, of course, so that you don’t get lost.’
Juliet was still having a problem taking all this in. Liam wanted her to drive to his villa somewhere on the island, and would talk business with her there? Why not here? Why did she have to go to his villa? Suddenly she knew exactly why: Liam Carlyle didn’t like being told what to do, and last night she had dictated the time and place they were to meet!
It appeared that she had no choice but to make that drive.
‘…and your account dealt with.’ Diana Gilbraith was talking to her smilingly.
Juliet gave a dazed shake of her head. ‘Sorry?’ She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn’t heard a word the other woman had said.
‘It’s all right.’ Diana smiled at her again. ‘The island has that effect after a few days,’ she excused. ‘I always become very lethargic when we stay here. I was telling you that Liam has booked you out of the hotel and dealt with your account.’
Juliet blinked, stunned; she wasn’t keeping up with this conversation at all! ‘Why?’ she frowned. But she had a feeling she already knew!
‘You’ll be staying at his villa now, of course,’ Diana said dismissively, seeming to have no idea what effect this information was having on Juliet.
And it was having an effect! Liam had booked her out of the hotel, paid her account—an account which she had to admit she had been dreading receiving! —and now expected her to go and stay with him at his villa God knew where. And Liam, of course—but then, considering the autocratic way he was behaving, perhaps he thought he was God!
Or, more to the point, he knew he was the one with the power to dictate the terms and conditions of any further meetings between the two of them…
IF JULIET had been in the right frame of mind to enjoy it, the drive down the west coast of the island to Liam’s villa would have been very pleasant; the views were magnificent. But she needed extreme concentration to make the drive at all, unaccustomed as she was to driving on the right-hand side of the road, and her thoughts were far from troublefree too.
She felt like a puppet having its strings pulled— by Liam Carlyle. What could have been so important that he’d had to leave the hotel this morning before their meeting? Diana Gilbraith hadn’t seemed to have the answer to that one—or if she had she wasn’t telling. And the other woman had left too now, to go south and take a plane home to her family in England.
It was all very unexpected, and Juliet couldn’t say she was exactly pleased at the thought of going to Liam’s villa. She hadn’t even realised, during all her effort to see him, that he had a villa on the island.
The man was as elusive as a chameleon!
And she had to try and do business with him. Try being the operative word; Juliet had a feeling that it was going to be more difficult than she had ever imagined. And she didn’t at all like the feeling that she was being played with.
It seemed a long drive to Liam’s villa, although in actual miles it probably wasn’t that far. But she had no real idea of where she was going, and continually referred to the map Diana Gilbraith had given her, keeping a keen eye on the X that indicated where the actual villa was. It appeared to be just outside a village on the west coast of the island, and as she approached the village after lunch she kept an eye out for a sign that would indicate the villa, the name of which she couldn’t have pronounced if she had tried to ask anyone.
Damn Liam Carlyle! She felt totally out of her depth—in a place she didn’t know, a country whose language she couldn’t understand, let alone speak!
She had actually driven through the village before she realised that she must have missed the villa completely. She had been so fascinated by the terraced village perched on the side of the hill, and the orange and lemon trees growing beside the houses on those terraces, that she had driven out the other side of the village before she knew what she was doing.
She was hot, tired and extremely irritable by the time she had reversed and driven back, finding the villa with no problem this time, although she was slightly put off by the rough track that seemed to lead down to it. Surely this couldn’t be the right place? After the luxury she had just come from, this villa appeared to be rustic to say the least.
But the name appeared to be right, and even if it was the wrong villa perhaps the owner would be able to direct her to the right place.
If the owner had been at home! Several rings on the doorbell elicited no response, further increasing Juliet’s irritability. Despite appearances this had to be the right place, she decided, and she had no intention of running all over the island looking for Liam. The damned man had booked her out of her hotel—OK, he had paid her bill in the process, but it was still a damned cheek!—and so she intended just camping out on his doorstep until he turned up!
If he turned up…There was always the possibility that he hadn’t come here at all, that he literally had got her running all over the island for nothing. He
‘Come and have a swim; you look very hot and uncomfortable,’ drawled an all too familiar voice.
Juliet spun round at once, colour warming her cheeks as she looked at Liam, standing at the side of the villa watching her, a towel secured about his waist, his torso completely bare, the dark blond hair there glistening in the sunshine. He looked tall and virile and slightly dangerous, like a predator about to pounce.
And she knew she looked hot and uncomfortable; she felt it too!
‘I’ve been looking for this damned villa for almost an hour,’ she exaggerated in her agitation. ‘It’s not exactly on the main road.’ And that wasn’t an exaggeration; she had driven almost half a mile down the track before the villa had even come into view!
‘It’s not meant to be,’ Liam dismissed mockingly. ‘It would hardly be a retreat if everyone could find it.’
She knew he had a point, but at the moment she was too disgruntled to admit it. ‘Well, anyway, I’m here,’ she snapped, eyes flashing.
‘So I can see.’ Liam’s gaze moved over her slowly.
She looked a mess; she knew she did; the pale green sundress she had changed into for the drive was now creased and clinging to her in the heat of the afternoon sun; her hair, which she left secured, was once again escaping in silky tendrils about her face and neck. But if she looked a mess it was this man’s fault. She was also hungry; she had eaten very little before leaving the hotel earlier, and hadn’t stopped for lunch on the way here either. All in all, she was not in a good humour!
‘We have some business to discuss,’ she bit out tensely, aware that her head was starting to pound too, probably from the tension of the drive in the hot sunshine.
‘Not until you’ve relaxed a bit—possibly had some lunch?’ he added enquiringly. ‘And then taken a swim to cool down.’
She knew her temper must show in her face, that the light sprinkling of freckles that dusted her nose would be showing in sharp contrast to the rest of her pale skin. Being a redhead, she didn’t tan; her skin merely went red and then returned to its normal pallor. Her eyes were sparkling with temper, and her mouth seemed set in a firm, angry line.
Perhaps a swim wouldn’t be a bad idea…!
‘I’ll accept your last offer,’ she snapped. ‘Then we can discuss