Too Much of a Good Thing?. Joss Wood

I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll go to the police and then I’ll find my way home.’

      Will resisted the impulse to grab her hand and to tell her to relax, to calm down. ‘We’ll go together,’ he insisted and saw her shoulders drop from around her ears. She’d be fine on her own, his ass. But why did he care?

      The girl had had her drink spiked, he reminded himself. If he hadn’t interfered she could’ve been raped, subjected to abuse... Will ground his teeth as his blood pressure spiked. Damn straight he’d go to the police with her.

      ‘Maybe I should just write it off as a bad experience and avoid clubs—no matter what my brothers want me to do,’ Lu said, picking up her cup again.

      ‘What do your brothers have to do with you clubbing?’ Will asked, intrigued.

      ‘Ah...they think I need to get out more,’ Lu explained.

      He felt disappointed when she waved her words away.

      ‘It’s a long story which you’d probably find boring.’

      Strangely, he thought he wouldn’t. Sure, she wasn’t glamorous or glossy, like the women he normally came into contact with, but he had a feeling that Lu was far more interesting than most of the women he met. There was something settled about her...calm, down to earth...wise.

      He admired her coolness under pressure. Her assumption that they’d slept together had been funny because she’d had a good excuse to lose it earlier. Instead she’d reined in her emotions and thought the situation through, keeping calm and in control, her emotions in check. He’d been dreading having to deal with a weepy, scared creature and her undramatic reaction had been a very welcome relief.

      Impressive. He valued keeping his control and he admired her ability to do the same.

      And those eyes, God...a mermaid’s eyes, reflecting the greens and blues and aquas of a tropical sea.

      Will rested his head against the back of the wingback chair and thought that his brief visit to Durban had started off on a very interesting note.