Fated Attraction. Кэрол Мортимер

‘You talk as if you usually expect your wishes to be carried out without question.’

      Perhaps she did, but she had a feeling, from the little she had learnt of this man this evening, that he rarely considered anyone else’s wishes but his own!

      ‘I want you to stop the car immediately so that I don’t have too far to walk before I can get a taxi back into town,’ she told him firmly, although she was aware that her voice sounded less than convincing, and that she was feeling sleepier and sleepier by the moment.

      Raff Quinlan laughed softly. ‘You don’t look capable of standing on your feet, let alone walking anywhere.’

      ‘I am—capable, of doing—whatever I have to—do …’

      It was the last thing she remembered saying, sleep finally overcoming her as she slumped down in the car seat.