“Hardly business,” he retorted just as drily. “I’m making the trip anyway. It’s an opportunity going begging if Miranda wants to take it up.”
His gaze swung to her inquiringly.
Trapped in a small plane or helicopter with him? Her mind scurried to find some excuse not to accept.
“What are you going for?” Tommy asked, giving her more time.
The mesmerising blue eyes released her as they targeted his brother again. “The head park ranger wants to borrow the Sarah King diaries on the local Aboriginal tribes. Background reading. I said I’d drop them in to him.”
“Well, that fixes one trip for you, Miranda,” Elizabeth King said brightly, her face beaming satisfaction.
“But, Mrs King, the day after tomorrow…” Miranda frowned. “I see this week as very busy, getting myself familiarised with the workings of the resort and checking the intake of staff for the season. Much as I appreciate the offer, Nathan—” she quickly constructed a look of apologetic appeal “—I have barely arrived and…”
“Best to go while you can, Miranda,” Elizabeth King interjected firmly. “Besides, it won’t be taking up Samantha’s time or using one of Tommy’s pilots. This is much the more economical arrangement.”
Which neatly whipped the mat out from under Miranda’s feet, since insistence on some other time would cost the resort money.
“A dawn trip, Nathan?” his mother went on, having dispensed with any further protest from Miranda.
“Oh, I daresay we can catch the sunrise,” he answered.
Miranda sat seething as they settled the arrangements between them, totally ignoring whether what was being decided suited her or not. The arrogance of wealth, she thought, moving people around like pawns to their will. She barely quelled the urge to make a stand against them. The problem was she wasn’t familiar with the outback and firsthand experience of it probably was important in handling her job well.
And, in fact, she wouldn’t be objecting at all if it wasn’t Nathan she had to accompany. He rattled her. She didn’t feel in control with him. Get a grip on yourself, Miranda, she sternly berated herself. Like it or not, she had to deal with Nathan King, and maybe getting to know him better was the best way. He might lose his attraction on closer acquaintance.
“I’ll have you back at the resort by noon,” he assured her.
Six hours close to him. “Thank you,” she said, her heart fluttering in agitation.
“What do you think of it?”
“Pardon?” What was he referring to?
His eyes glinted with amused mockery, making her even more nervous. Did he sense how she felt about him?
“The resort. Since you’ve always held a city position, I wondered how it looked to you. I presume Tommy took you on a tour of it this afternoon.”
“The accommodation sectors are exceptionally well planned,” she could answer with confidence. “The homestead is brilliantly located, and the decor very attractive. Everything looks top class.”
One eyebrow rose challengingly. “No sinking heart feeling? No uneasy twang of, What have I done?”
She laughed and shook her head. “More, How marvellous! I’m really looking forward to taking over and making the best of it.”
“A new world for you.”
“Yes.”
“Most people hang onto the world they know.”
“I guess I’m not most people.”
“An adventuress? Looking for something different?”
“More satisfying a need for something different.”
“Then I hope all your needs are satisfied here.”
“That would indeed be Eden.”
He laughed, his whole face springing alive so strikingly, Miranda was totally captivated by it. Her mind was zinging from the quick repartee between them and her body was pumping adrenaline so fast, every part of her felt highly invigorated.
His eyes literally danced with pleasure, shooting tingles of it into her bloodstream as he remarked, “I tend to think Eden is what we fashion for ourselves. It seems to me that’s what our choices are about…aiming for what will give us a happy situation.”
She was suddenly hit by a shockwave of intimacy that had to be turned back. Common sense insisted on ringing down a warning that life wasn’t quite as easy as that. “Unfortunately we can’t control the choices other people make,” she replied, her eyes trying to cool the warmth in his. “And that can create a hell for us.”
“You can always walk away.”
“But will they respect that?”
“Make them.”
“I’m not quite as big as you, Nathan,” she retorted lightly.
He smiled. “But you do have a mind of your own, Miranda. And very interesting it is.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, I should be thanking you. I’m sure you will take any boredom out of our trip together.”
Miranda’s breath caught in her throat. He didn’t mean the flight to the Bungle Bungle Range. She knew he didn’t. He meant the continuing journey of a close acquaintance spreading over the two years she was going to be here. And that was going to be very, very dangerous to any peace of mind.
“Well, don’t forget to be a tour guide, as well, Nathan,” Tommy drawled. “This is resort business.”
Was there a touch of resentment in his voice. A flash of sibling rivalry? Miranda quickly switched her attention to the man whose interests she would be looking after. “I’ll make the most of the trip, Tommy,” she assured him. “I know how essential it is that I do.” She mustn’t—not for one moment—forget her place.
He nodded.
“I’m sure you’ll find it an amazing experience,” Elizabeth King put in with an approving smile.
Miranda hoped so. She would need every amazing distraction she could get to keep holding Nathan King at a distance.
NEEDING to push Nathan King out of her mind and gain a sense of control over her immediate environment, Miranda filled her first morning at King’s Eden with a staff meeting. Since the resort was only open from the beginning of April to the end of November, the full complement of employees was not yet in residence, but the maintenance crew and those in charge of each accommodation level and amenities rolled up to meet and assess their new manager.
Miranda was very aware of not having the firsthand knowledge of this area, while those facing her did. She’d had no experience of the Big Wet, the monsoonal rains that made much of the Top End of Australia inaccessible by road during the summer months, but the oppressive heat outside was enough to convince her the December to March period was not a good time to travel to this part of the outback for sight-seeing, even by air. She blessed the fact the resort homestead was air-conditioned, or she’d be wilting in front of these people.
They had spread themselves around the large living area, which had been designed for the pleasure and comfort of top-paying guests. The slate floor in blue-green hues looked invitingly cool and the cane furniture with its brightly patterned cushions lent a relaxing, tropical feel to the room. Aboriginal artefacts and paintings were reminders of how close visitors were to an ancient heritage. A wall of glass gave