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.He wanted to stroke her face and produce a smile, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.His feelings for his niece, unexpected as they were, had been remarkably easy to find, but for a man who’d never had a problem with women her damned mother was proving to be a brick wall.He’d made a decision to back away from her, to win her over without suffocating her with an arrogant need to get what he wanted, and he was baffled that she was so tangibly failing to respond.Even when he’d managed to bring a smile to her face her eyes had slithered away from his and found sanctuary in her daughter.‘I am not spoiling for an argument.Why would I want to argue with you?’ She glanced at him and tossed her head, like a beautiful wild filly rearing up angrily against restraint.Had it not been for Chloe skipping ahead, looking back every so often to make sure that she was still within the fold, he would have been seriously tempted to drag Vicky back to the hotel room and restrain her in any way he could.Which would have had her bolting off in the opposite direction.He couldn’t win, could he?‘You tell me,’ he said through gritted teeth.‘Do you resent me because your daughter and I get along? Are you jealous?’‘That’s ridiculous!’‘Is it?’ He didn’t want to.At least, he knew he shouldn’t, but he pulled off the band securing the end of her plait and wove his hand into her hair, relishing the soft fall around his fingers and tightening his grip when he felt her automatically try and pull away from him.‘What are you doing?’ she breathed.He dodged the question.There was no acceptably polite way of telling her that he was fighting the urge to do something very physical and very satisfying with her.‘I am trying to get your attention.’‘Well, you’re not setting about it the right way.’ She gave her head a gentle tug, but abandoned the effort when Chloe turned around.Instead she forced herself to smile, and when her daughter pranced to them and held her mother’s hand she was reduced to having his hand in her hair, caressing her head.What was he playing at? She heard herself chatting to Chloe, valiantly keeping up the pretence that her body wasn’t on fire, as his fingers softened and finally his hand dropped to curl around her waist.He could feel her body tense.He could also smell the expectancy there and it thrilled and frustrated him at the same time.It was as though he knew the numbers to the combination lock, but not the right sequence and, however much he jostled with the digits, he never quite managed to get it right.The gentle brush of her slight body against his thigh was a sweet, agonising reminder of how capable she was of tormenting him, without even realising it.She had a quality of stubbornness about her and, even though he could work out its origin, he still found it exasperating.It was as if her gentleness had hardened through experience into bull-headed pride, which had a nerve-racking tendency to shift into place just when he thought that he was getting through to her.He glanced down and hungrily eyed the gentle bounce of her small breasts, two mounds pushing against her light salmon T-shirt.Under normal circumstances, their one act of lovemaking, which had been the most satisfying he’d ever experienced, would have naturally led to more, but she’d dug her heels in and was continuing to dig her heels in.By the time they had made it to the MGM studios, his imagination had taken his frustration to new, unrewarding heights.After some exhaustive queues for rides which Chloe seemed desperate to experience, they found themselves standing in front of the Tower of Terror, a massive brown house designed to look terrifyingly spooky.It succeeded.‘Bigger than I thought,’ Max murmured dubiously.‘And no good for you, little one.’ He patted the top of Chloe’s head and she shot him a woebegone smile of acceptance.‘But feel free to go ahead yourself,’ Vicky said, positioning herself opposite him just in case his errant hand decided to stray again.With Chloe there, she was compelled not to make a scene, which was the last thing she wanted to do anyway, when the feel of his skin against hers was sinfully exciting.‘I wouldn’t dream of abandoning you two ladies…’‘Go ahead.We’ll wait here for you.’‘The queue’s too long.’‘Oh, that’s all right.Never mind us.We’ll grab an ice-cream and watch the world go by, won’t we, Chlo?’ She gave him a nasty grin and arched her eyebrows in feigned surprise, as though struck by a sudden thought.‘You’re not scared, are you? Not when you told us that you were only scared of spiders?’Max looked down at her and uncomfortably tugged at the collar of his polo shirt, as though it had unexpectedly shrunk two sizes and was now a tight fit.‘Why don’t you have a go, if you’re so daring?’‘Ah, so you are scared.’ Vicky folded her arms and shot him a triumphant, lofty smile.This little nick of vulnerability was unbearably endearing, little did he realise.She noticed that he was looking positively sheepish and resisted the impulse to burst out laughing.‘I think I might just take you up on your offer, if you don’t mind waiting for me…’ Chloe’s eyes went round with admiration.‘You wait,’ he murmured into her ear, before she headed off to join the curling line of people waiting for the ride of their lives.‘When you stumble back here, white-faced and shaking…’‘Coward,’ she murmured back with laughter in her voice, and she looked to find him grinning wickedly at her.Whatever ride she went on, she decided that it couldn’t destabilise her more than the man standing in front of her.What man in all creation could make all her senses feel as though she was hurtling through space and could wreak havoc with her nervous system in a matter of seconds?Forty-five minutes later, she discovered that when it came to matters of the heart she was hopeless, but when it came to rides she was utterly lacking in fear, and for the next week she exhaustively tried them all while Max and Chloe experimented with interactive playgrounds for preschool children and rides that a three-month-old baby would feel at home on.Much to her glee.The one simulator ride he ventured on rendered him ashen-faced and speechless, and he was obliged to recover over a bag of chocolate chip cookies shared with his niece.He was good-natured in defeat and willingly allowed her to scamper off on mile-high roller coasters and death-defying water slides, while he tamely crammed his large masculine frame into ride-along cars and teapots and carousel horses with Chloe.She discovered that they had settled into a habit of sorts, and one which suited her perfectly.They explored parks by day, a tiring business which left no time for personal chit-chat, had a spot of lunch, then went their separate ways in the early afternoon.Vicky had no idea what he hived off to do at two-thirty in the afternoon, but she suspected that he worked, having noticed that, despite the fact that the holiday had been designed for bonding with his niece, he’d still travelled over with his laptop computer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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