Australia: In Bed with a King. Emma Darcy

adventure.”

      “I hope it continues to be so,” Miranda replied, noting that Celine led the way up the path to the verandah, Bobby strolling a step behind. Detaching himself from his wife?

      “Did you manage to make all the bookings I phoned through this morning?” Celine asked eagerly.

      “Yes, everything has been arranged,” Miranda affirmed.

      “Even the boat ride down Granny Gorge this after noon?”

      “The guide will be here by the time you’ve checked into your suite.”

      She clapped her hands in glee. “I did not want these few hours wasted.”

      Close up, Celine was younger than Miranda had imagined. She barely looked out of her teens, her pretty face framed by short black hair styled in a pixie cut, and dominated by big dark eyes, aglow with enthusiasm.

      “I think I’ll give the gorge a miss, Celine,” Bobby dropped casually as they mounted the steps to the verandah.

      “But I’ve booked!” she protested, her face petulant with displeasure as she turned to him.

      “You can go, pet,” he answered indulgently. “I’d like to have a look around the resort. See how it works.”

      “Business!” She heaved a vexed sigh.

      He ignored it, looking over her shoulder at Miranda, his amber eyes gleaming tigerishly. “I’d like a personal tour, Miranda.”

      With her, he meant, and every fighting instinct rose to the fore. He was not going to get at her. She would not let him. “As you like. I’ll call a guide to come and show you what you want to see.”

      “Come now, Miranda,” he cajoled, steering his wife onto the verandah so that he could step up for a direct confrontation, his body language emitting confident demand. “Don’t I merit you as my guide?”

      She tried to construct an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I’m not free this afternoon.”

      “Oh, I’m sure you could delegate your responsibilities.”

      “This isn’t a big city hotel, Bobby, and doesn’t run like one,” she explained reasonably. “All my staff have very specific responsibilities…”

      “And I have a special request which I have no doubt your employers would understand and appreciate,” he cut in, his eyes as hard as gold nuggets.

      The threat of blackmail had no teeth here, yet the vindictive ego behind it caused her heart to contract. The thought of Nathan standing by her gave her the courage to defy any pressure to fall in with Bobby Hewson’s will.

      “I can provide a guide,” Miranda repeated firmly. “However, if you wish to arrange something with the King family, I believe Nathan King will be here this evening.”

      And he won’t bend to your will, either, she thought with savage satisfaction.

      “Ah! So you can leave this business until then, Bobby.” Celine jumped in, curling her arm around his and pouting up at him. “I want you with me.”

      “Well, if it’s important to you, pet…” He patted his wife’s hand, smiled at her, but there was no smile in the eyes he turned back to Miranda. They glittered with the promise of getting what he wanted, one way or another. “I shall look forward to meeting Nathan King tonight.”

      “Guests usually gather around the bar from six o’clock onwards for pre-dinner drinks,” she informed them, then stood back to make way for the porter, a cheerful American lad who was working his way around Australia. “The Shiralee Suite, Eddie. The key is in the door.”

      “Yes, ma’am. If you’ll follow me, folks.”

      A Jeep zoomed up to the homestead.

      “There’s your guide for the gorge trip,” Miranda pointed out. “When you’re ready…”

      “We will not be long,” Celine assured her, pulling Bobby with her in her zest to be off sight-seeing.

      Miranda watched them follow their luggage inside, thinking Bobby’s wife had no idea what she had married. Or maybe she did and was happy to go along with what he gave her anyway. She herself might have remained indefinitely in his charm-web if this marriage hadn’t come up. It was a sickening thought.

      As it was, her pulse was still galloping from the stressful encounter. She took a deep breath and headed down the path to give instructions to the guide in the Jeep. He could wait inside for the Hewsons. She didn’t want to see them again until she had to. Hopefully Nathan would be with her by then.

      Nathan…

      As the afternoon wore on into early evening, her confidence in his support started wavering. Could she really trust her instincts about the kind of man Nathan was when she’d been so fooled by Bobby for three whole years?

      He was different, she argued. He felt different. And he didn’t emit a glamorous facade. There was nothing ephemeral about him, more solid substance that wasn’t going to change. Or was that hope, more than reality?

      Bobby could influence and manipulate people. He would not be so blatant in showing Nathan the ruthless dismissal of anything that stood in his way. He would appeal as to a peer who understood how the world really worked, man to man. And he would slyly undermine her credibility, dressing up lies with half-truths, perhaps even suggesting she had slept her way up in the trade.

      Would Nathan still take her side against such supposedly confidential and authoritative information? What did he really know of her, apart from the little she’d told him?

      Even if he did take her side, how could she be sure he was doing it because he believed her, or because he wanted to keep having sex with her?

      And that was the most unsettling thought of all.