animated discussion. When he spoke to her all he did was rile her and growl. Or kiss her. Lulu hesitantly touched her mouth and swore she could still feel tingling.
A loud, long bleat sounded over her right shoulder and Lulu almost shot through the roof, any thoughts of kissing him shattering into a thousand pieces.
To her relief he came strolling back to the car. He leaned in.
‘Some of the connections are probably loose, I could fix it but it might happen again. Tell you what, I’ll give road assistance a call and organize another car. There’s a pub just down the road. We can wander down and wait for them there.’
Lulu knew this was the moment a normal, sensible woman would confess her problem. She would explain why there was no way she could get out, due to her difficulties, and they would come up with a solution together.
Only there wasn’t really a solution, was there? And right now she wasn’t a sensible woman. She was in the grip of a building panic attack.
Lulu heard herself say, ‘I have no intention of going anywhere.’
He straightened up, and for a long, awful moment Lulu thought he was going to turn around and leave her here.
Please don’t abandon me.
The words were forced up from deep inside her, where a small frightened girl was still cowering.
Then she realised he was walking away, and an awful cold feeling began to invade her limbs, only for him to stop at the front of the car.
‘Pop the hood,’ he called to her.
Lulu scrambled to obey him, jamming her middle with the gearstick but hardly noticing. He would never know how grateful she was that he wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew she was safe as long as she stayed in the car.
All she needed now was to keep her adrenal glands from overshooting the mark.
She fumbled in her bag for her handkerchief, soaked in lavender, peppermint and rosemary oil, and held it to her nose with one hand as she attached the earbuds to her mp3 player and pushed them into her ears with the other.
She shut her eyes and willed the meditation track she’d been listening to throughout the flight to drop her back into her own little world, where nothing could harm her.
Alejandro checked the connections and then opened the back door to grab a hand towel from the storage space under the front seat.
The little French princess was plugged into her music, a handkerchief at her nose to block out the odour of the sheep...the farmer...of anything that offended her delicate sensibilities. Which probably included him.
There’s a name for men who force themselves on unwilling women.
Bull.
He shut the rear door with a slam.
Lulu pulled the earbuds out and looked around with a start. She transferred her attention to the raised bonnet.
Which was when it occurred to her that he was at the wrong end of the car.
The sheep appeared to have moved on. Carefully she edged open the door and, when it felt safe, stepped out onto the road. Nothing happened. The ground didn’t tilt under her, and there was nothing but the smell of fresh grass and sheep manure and peat. She inhaled. It wasn’t bad.
Alejandro saw the flash of turquoise skirts disappear to the rear of the car. The boot came up.
He lowered the bonnet and came around to find Lulu wrestling the spare tyre out of the wheel well.
‘Should I ask what you’re doing?’
She ignored him, yanking at the tyre with both hands, moving it to the rim of the boot and then bouncing it onto the ground.
With a little lift of her chin she rolled it around to lean it against the side of the car.
‘I suppose a better question is do you know what you’re doing?’ he asked, his voice taking on a note of real amusement.
In answer, she retrieved the canvas bag tucked to the side of the wheel well, untied it and produced the wheel brace like a trophy, together with the jack and jack handle, which she laid out on the ground.
Alejandro gave her a grudging nod of respect and Lulu felt a small surge of confidence.
There was very little she had to thank her deadbeat dad for, but the fact that she could change a tyre, fix a leaky tap and unclog the drains in a bathroom were all down to a childhood when she hadn’t had a choice. Maman hadn’t been able to afford help—they’d had to do everything themselves.
‘You might want to take those shoes off first, querida,’ he suggested.
She gave that the disdainful look that comment deserved. ‘I’m an ex-ballerina. After pointes four-inch heels are nothing.’
Still, it was a bit of a wrestle to get the hubcap off and keep her balance, so he might have had a point, but once she had it free she used the wheel brace to loosen the nuts. She crouched down in a puff of satin and tulle underskirts and positioned the jack under the car.
She was aware that Alejandro was leaning over her for a closer look. Determined to do a good job, she began turning the jack handle and the car lifted with a slow creak.
When the wheel was clear of the ground she clasped it on either side and pulled.
The weight of it had her staggering backwards, and she gave an ‘ouf’ as Alejandro caught and steadied her.
Lulu had the oddest sensation that she would have liked to stay there, with his big solid body sheltering her and his hands sending all sorts of messages to parts of her she had grown used to ignoring.
‘That’s enough,’ he said in his deep voice. ‘I’ll finish this.’
For a moment Lulu had an altogether different image in her mind from the one she beheld as he let her go, stepped in and lifted the spare tyre with enviable ease, swiftly replacing all the wheel nuts with the brace and winding the jack in a reverse position to lower the car to the ground.
He’s turned me into a nymphomaniac, she thought. Who knew what he did to women who already liked sex?
He tightened the nuts and shoved the hubcap back into place, replaced the old wheel in the boot, along with the tools, and slammed down the lid.
Lulu had her hand out.
‘Give me the keys,’ she said.
Alejandro knew where this was going, but it was no skin off his nose. He handed them over.
She marched around to the driver’s seat, casting him a pointed look over the roof of the car. ‘Well, get in.’
He grinned and eased his muscled frame in beside her.
Violets. The scent was hot in his nostrils now. They flared appreciably.
She didn’t look like the girl he’d picked up this morning. Her dark curls were ruffled in a halo around a face that was reddened either from the wind or exertion or just sheer temper. Her dark eyes shone and her skirt was sadly crumpled. There was a grease stain on her top. But, with her jacket neatly folded on the back seat, she was showing off two neat little scoops of bosom above the tight neckline of her top.
He noticed that her shoes, now caked in mud, had been discarded in the passenger footwell and she had a look of fierce concentration on her face.
She looked exactly the way she had when he’d kissed her, wild and beautiful, and it sharpened his hunger for her.
She pulled out onto the road and took off.
‘You might want to watch your speed,’ he observed, unable to take his eyes off her.
‘You might want to tell me why you thought it was fine to leave me locked in a car in the middle of nowhere.’
‘You weren’t locked in,