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in the direction she’d indicated. But of course he couldn’t see it, she realised, because it was way down the track, hidden by trees and scrub. And all she could focus on right then was the undulating muscles of his smooth and powerful chest, which was glistening bronze—slick with sweat.

      ‘Really? And what seems to be the trouble?’ he enquired with the sceptical lifting of an eyebrow. He looked at her with such disturbing intensity that Kayla felt as if her strength was being sapped right out of her.

      Beneath the thick sweep of his lashes his eyes were amazingly dark, she noticed reluctantly. His nose was proud, his cheekbones high and hard, his mouth firm and well-defined above the dark, virile shadow around his jaw. As for his body...

      She wanted to look at him and keep looking at him. All of him, she realised, shocked. She was even more shocked to realise that she had never been so aware of a man’s sensuality before. Not even Craig’s. But he had asked her a question, and all she was doing was standing here wondering how spectacular he would look naked.

      Trying to keep her eyes off that very masculine chest, she uttered with deliberate vagueness, ‘It won’t go.’

      That glorious chest lifted as he inhaled deeply. ‘Won’t move or won’t start?’ he demanded to know.

      Entertaining a half-crazed desire to needle him, Kayla answered with mock innocence, ‘It’s the same thing, isn’t it?’

      Now, as those glinting dark eyes pierced the rebellious depths of hers, she realised that this man would know when he was being taken for a fool, and warned herself against the inadvisability of antagonising him.

      ‘Does the engine fire when you turn the ignition key?’ he asked, his sweat-slicked chest lifting again with rising impatience.

      ‘No. Nothing happens at all,’ she told him, frankly this time. ‘So if you could just let me use your phone—if you have a signal—or if you don’t...if you have a landline...’ A dubious glance up at the house had her wondering if it had fallen into the state it was in long before telephones had been invented.

      ‘It’s Sunday,’ he reminded her succinctly. ‘Who are you going to call?’

      She shrugged. ‘The nearest garage?’ she suggested flippantly, hoping the man whose name she had been given for emergencies would be at home. In fact Lorna had said to call her if she needed any help or advice, and right now Kayla felt she’d get more help from her friend back in England than the capable-looking hunk standing just a metre away.

      Suddenly, without another word, he was walking past her.

      ‘Show me,’ he said over his leather-clad shoulder, much to her surprise.

      She virtually had to run to keep up with him.

      When they reached the car he held out a hand for the key and Kayla dropped it onto his tanned palm, noticing the cool economy with which he moved as he opened the driver’s door and leaned inside to start the ignition.

      It fired first time.

      ‘I don’t understand...’ She turned from the traitorous little vehicle to face the man who had now straightened and was standing there looking tall and imposing and so self-satisfied that she could have kicked him—or the car. Or both! ‘I tried and tried,’ she stressed, with all the conviction she could muster, because scepticism was stamped on every plane and angle of his hard, handsome face.

      He reached into the car again, switched off the engine and, dangling the key in front of her, said in his heavily accented voice, ‘Perhaps you would care to try again?’

      She jumped into the car, keeping her defiant gaze level with his, almost willing the little hatchback to refuse to start for her. Because how on earth was he going to believe her if it did?

      It did.

      She flopped back against the headrest, her eyes closing with a mixture of relief and rising frustration.

      ‘There, you see. It’s simple when you know how.’

      There was no mistaking the cool derision that drifted down to her through the open door, and suddenly Kayla’s control snapped.

      ‘It wouldn’t start! I couldn’t make it! And if you think I made it all up for some warped reason, just to come here and annoy you, then, believe me, I’ve got far more important things to do with my time! My phone won’t work! My sat-nav’s up the creek! And Lorna’s fridge has broken down and ruined all the food I bought. And all you can do is stand there and accuse me of lying! Well, I can assure you, Mr... Mr...’

      ‘Leon.’

      She looked up at him askance, her blue eyes glistening with angry tears. ‘What?’

      ‘My name is Leon,’ he repeated. ‘And who is this Lorna you mention? Your travelling companion?’

      ‘No. I’m here on my own,’ Kayla blurted out without even thinking. A totally frustrating morning had finally taken its toll. ‘Lorna owns the villa where I’m staying.’ Lorna who—with her husband Josh—had miraculously come to her rescue by offering her a post in their interior design company after Kayla had found it too distressing to stay on at her old job.

      ‘And you say the fridge has broken down?’

      ‘Big-time!’ What was he going to do? Drive down and check that she wasn’t lying about that as well?

      ‘Have you eaten?’

      ‘What?’

      His hand came to rest on the roof of the car as he stooped to address her through the open door. ‘I know I’m Greek and you’re English, but you seem to be having great difficulty in understanding me. I said, have you eaten?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Then drive up to the house,’ he instructed. ‘I’ll be along directly.’

      What? Kayla nearly said it again, only just stopping herself in time.

      He was offering her hospitality? Surely not, she thought, amazed. He was hard, unfriendly, and a perfect stranger to boot.

      Well, not perfect, she decided grudgingly. Only in appearance, she found herself silently admitting. Whatever else he was, he was lethally attractive. But some masochistic and warped urge to know more about him—along with the thought of all that festering food she was going to have to throw away—motivated her, against her better judgement, into doing what he had suggested.

      He had almost reached the paved yard by the time Kayla put her camera in the boot, out of the sun, having decided it was for the best since it seemed to offend him so much. Involuntarily, her gaze was drawn to his approach.

      Unconsciously her eyes savoured the whole sensational length and breadth of him, from those wide shoulders and muscular arms to that glistening bronze chest and tightly muscled waist, right down to his narrow denim-clad hips. Very masculine legs ended in a pair of leather sandals, dusty from his trek along the track.

      There was a humourless curl to his mouth, she noticed as he drew nearer, as though he were fully aware of her reluctant interest in him.

      ‘Around the back,’ he advised with a toss of his chin, and waited for her to go ahead of him.

      That small act of courtesy seemed oddly at variance with his manners on the whole, she decided, preceding him around the side of the rambling old farmhouse.

      Don’t talk to any strange men. Never take sweets from a stranger.

      Wondering what she was doing, ignoring all those clichéd warnings, Kayla realised her mother would have a fit if she could see her now.

      ‘So...are you going to tell me something about yourself?’ Leon whoever-he-was enquired deeply from just behind her.

      ‘Like what?’ she responded, still walking on ahead.

      ‘Your name would be a good start,’ he suggested incisively.

      They

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