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banging hard against her rib cage.
    Then he understood.
    She was very scared.
    His insides melted. “ Piccola… ”
    They heard the hoots and cat calls from the spectators some meters away.
    He grinned at her.
    She slid down from his frame. “You’re such a jerk, you know that? You didn’t even warn me!” she shouted, spitting mad.
    Cara …”
    “Off road! THIS!” She gestured to the hill, “is insane! You,” she jabbed her fingers hard on his chest, “are insane! No, beyond insane!”
    “ Cara, it’s a sport.”
    “It’s a stupid, stupid sport! Whoever invented this is a moron! You could have killed yourself!”
    He was amused by her reaction but he dared not show it. She looked truly pissed. “I’ve been doing this for years, cara, ” he added gently.
    “Hey, Giane! Vigo is on! Get out of the fucking way! Get a room, dude! ” the speakers blasted.
    Hoots and laughter from the crowd.
    “Okay, we’re disrupting the competition, cara . C’mon.”
    He held her arm and lead her toward the throng of spectators who were mostly Australia’s off-road aficionados. There were hardly any female in the audience. Maybe it was a mistake to bring her along. Poor baby was scared shitless, he could tell now by the slight chattering of her teeth.
    “Giane, I wanna go home.”
    “ Cara , don’t be mad.”
    “Mad doesn’t even begin to cover it!” she said through gritted teeth. “I said I wanna go home.”
    He stared at her. No female who knew him by reputation would ever dare use that tone on him. It was the exit door. Plain and simple. He was a man who didn’t like complications.
    But the door was the farthest thing from his mind as far as this woman was concerned. At the moment, at least. “Okay, let’s say goodbye to my friends over there.”
    She dug in her heels. “No, let’s go to your car. Now.”
    “Valenna…”
    She wrenched her hand from his grasp and marched toward where his Zoldatti was parked.
    He inhaled air deep into his lungs silently. He called his chief mechanic. “Jonas, I’m leaving. You guys take care of my car. The front axle is busted. Grazie, amico. I’ll see you later tonight at the house for dinner. You guys take charge.”
    He quickly followed Valenna. She was leaning on the side of his car, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She wasn’t looking at him.
    He fished out his keys and pushed the remote control button, unlocking the car.
    She opened the front passenger door and climbed in, slamming the door closed.
    He sighed again and rounded the car. He thought she would enjoy the day. This had been part of his activities every time he was in Oz. Maybe he’d overestimated her adventurous nature.
    He entered the car and sat beside her. She remained silent.
    He didn’t know what to say. This was alien territory. He’d never cared enough for any woman to be bothered by her mood swings. This was a first for him and he was clueless.
    He turned toward her. “ Cara… ”
    She burst into tears.
    He stared at her, feeling helpless. Handling a woman in tears was not one of his strong suits.
    She was heaving, as if she couldn’t breathe.
    Shit. He didn’t know how to deal with situations like this.
    “ Piccola …I’m sorry. Hey…” He reached for her but she slapped his hands away.
    “Do you even watch yourself in videos after you do those stupid stunts?! Do you have any idea how scary it looks?! Do you?!”
    He winced.
    “You were flipping off a mountain! You fell off the fucking mountain! Rolled over thrice! You could have died!”
    “It wasn’t a mountain. Just a slope.”
    “It’s a dangerous slope! You deliberately didn’t mention extreme! That was extreme off-road racing! One I wouldn’t have bothered to see, especially if you were participating in it!”
    He had rolled off that hill probably a hundred times since he started this formula off-road league in Australia years ago and he was still alive. But he didn’t verbalize it. She was truly distraught. He