Road Trip with the Eligible Bachelor. Michelle Douglas

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wanted about this new life they were embarking upon. In a relaxed atmosphere. Another person—a stranger—would throw those dynamics out completely.

      She made herself brisk. ‘C’mon, boys, in the car. Seat belts fastened, please.’

      Aidan Fairhall nodded at her. ‘Safe trip.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      Darn it. Darn it. Darn it.

      He moved back to the bench. She stowed her handbag, made sure the kids had their seat belts fastened and then moved to the driver’s seat. She glanced at Mr Fairhall and bit her lip.

      ‘He wanted to come with us,’ Chase said.

      Why did children have to be so perceptive when you didn’t want them to be and so obtuse when you did?

      ‘You always tell us we should help people when they need it,’ Robbie pointed out.

      She turned in her seat and surveyed them both. ‘You’d like to invite Mr Fairhall along on our journey?’

      Robbie stared back. ‘How’d you know his name?’

      ‘I’ve seen him on the television. He’s a politician.’

      ‘Would he come all the way with us?’

      ‘I’m not sure. As soon as the plane strike ends he might jump ship at any place that has an airport.’

      ‘He’s a nice man,’ Chase said.

      She had a feeling Chase was right.

      Robbie studied the object of their conjecture and then turned back. ‘He looks kinda sad.’

      ‘Yeah.’ She tried not to let those slumped shoulders pluck too hard at her. It was just... She knew exactly how that felt—the defeat, the worry and the helplessness.

      ‘It might make our trip luckier,’ Robbie said.

      She couldn’t mistake the hope in his eyes. She bit her lip to stop from saying something rash. Her eldest son ached for a male role model and the knowledge cut at her. Not that she expected Aidan Fairhall to fill that role. Still...

      She blew out a breath and wound down the passenger side window. ‘Mr Fairhall?’

      He glanced up.

      ‘We’ve just had a family conference.’

      He stood. He wasn’t terribly tall—he might be six feet—but he had a lean athletic body that moved with effortless grace. She watched him approach—stared as he approached—and her mouth started to dry and her heart started to pound. She tried to shake herself out from under the spell, only she found she’d frozen in position. She wished now she hadn’t called him over. With a superhuman effort she cleared her throat. ‘As we’re...uh...all headed in the same direction we thought if you would like a lift all or part of the way...’

      He blinked. Hope lit his face, making it truly beautiful, firing his brown eyes with a light that made her swallow. They weren’t a boring brown, but a deep amber that brought to mind blazing hearth fires, fine brandies and rich caramel.

      Then the light in those beautiful eyes faded and for some reason her heart sank too. Maybe it was the unspoken judgement she recognised in those deep amber depths. She sat back a little. She swallowed. ‘I’m not given to recklessness, Mr Fairhall. I recognised you and I like your public persona. I like your education policies more.’

      His lips twisted but the darkness faded from his eyes. His fingers drummed against the roof of the car.

      ‘But, as I don’t actually know you, and if you do take us up on our very kind offer, I’ll be informing the manager of this car hire company that you’ll be accompanying us. I’ll also be ringing my aunt to tell her the same.’ He didn’t say anything. She shrugged and forced herself to add, ‘But if we can help you out in any way then we’d be happy to.’

      ‘Why would you do that?’

      ‘People should help each other out always,’ her earnest eldest son said.

      ‘And you looked sad,’ Chase added.

      The light in those amazing eyes faded again, although the lips kept their smile.

      Quinn rushed on. ‘Also, it’d be nice to share some of the driving...not to mention the fuel costs. I’m afraid it wouldn’t precisely be a free ride.’ She’d sensed that would go against the grain with him.

      There was a long silence. Quinn kicked herself. ‘I’m sorry we have you at a disadvantage. I’m Quinn Laverty and these are my sons, Robbie and Chase.’ She fished her licence out and handed it to him as proof of both her identity and the fact she could drive. ‘If you decide to accompany us I’d want you to phone someone to let them know about your plans and who you’re travelling with.’

      He handed the licence back to her. ‘I’m not given to recklessness either, Mrs Laverty.’

      She didn’t bother correcting the Mrs. ‘Quinn,’ she said instead. As she had no intention of becoming romantically involved with any man, let alone a politician—dear God!—the Mrs provided her with another level of protection.

      Not that she needed protection from unwanted suitors. She could squash them flat as easily as swatting bugs. But correcting that Mrs might give the wrong impression.

      Aidan Fairhall was from her parents’ world and she had no intention of returning to that world. Ever.

      She shuddered. Another long silence ensued. Eventually she cleared her throat. ‘I’m sorry to hurry you, Mr Fairhall, but we’d really like to get going soon.’

      * * *

      Aidan’s gaze snapped to Quinn Laverty’s. ‘If it was just work commitments I wouldn’t dream of imposing on you like this.’ His father would hit the roof if he ever heard Aidan utter that sentiment. ‘But...’ He hesitated.

      ‘But?’

      She had an unhurried way of speaking that was restful.

      ‘I have a family commitment I have to meet.’

      ‘Like I said, if we can help...’

      She’d probably harangue him the entire way, pointing out all the flaws in his proposed policies, but... He had a sudden vision of his mother’s worn eyes. He nodded. The alternative was worse. He made his lips curve upwards even though the heaviness in his heart made that nearly impossible. ‘I will be forever in your debt. Thank you, I’d very much like to take you up on your very kind offer.’ He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and gestured the manager back over.

      Quinn spoke to the manager.

      Aidan rang his mother.

      As he expected, she fretted at the news. ‘But you don’t even know this woman, darling, and it’s such a long way to drive. How do you know you’ll be safe?’

      He tried to allay her fears. Not very successfully. Eventually he said, ‘If it will make you happier, I’ll remain in Perth until the plane strike is over.’ He had to grit his teeth as he said it. He had to remind himself there were a lot of reasons for her anxieties and apprehensions.

      ‘But you must be back in time for the party!’

      Yes. He bit back a sigh. He must be back in time for the party. Still, it was a fortnight away.

      ‘Harvey thinks the industrial action will be protracted. He’s talking seven whole days. I can’t get a train or bus ticket out of the place or hire a car for the next week. Everything is booked solid.’

      ‘Oh, dear.’

      He didn’t need to see her to know the way her hands fluttered about her throat. ‘This is my best option. As soon as the strike ends, I’ll make my way to the nearest airport and be home as soon as I can.’

      ‘Oh, dear.’

      ‘I


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