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the switch to engage the locks on the console of his door with the other hand.
    Rihanna found herself briefly nodding acceptance of his explanation. She realised then that she trusted him for some reason. When she thought about it, he hadn’t given her any reason to not trust him. He had been her rock through this whole very strange and terrifying evening. He swung the vehicle out onto the road and headed in a southerly direction, which would take them back down past where the crowd had gathered to listen to the band.
    “How about we head to my place?” he asked. Hesitation flashed across her face but she pushed it down and continued to chew her bottom lip in her “thinking it over” expression. “You can take a soak in the spa and then sleep late. That should help you settle a little after what’s happened tonight.”
    She thought the option through. She didn’t really want to go home. She would be all alone. Her father had gone away for a while just yesterday. The big country farmhouse she loved so much didn’t seem all that attractive without someone else there. Rihanna had to admit she did feel safe in Bray’s company.
    “Okay. That sounds good,” she managed.
    Bray wasn’t immune to the uncertainty with which Rihanna had made the decision to go with him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart; it will be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
    At least he could keep her safe at his place. He didn’t figure she needed the shock of finding her house in a ruin, which he guessed would be highly likely if they returned now. His bet was the guys who had grabbed her would well and truly have trashed her place looking for what they thought she had. Bray needed time to gain a little more trust and information before he would venture back to her place.
    The big vehicle eased to a stop at a set of lights just south of Cavil Avenue. Brayden had hold of her hand and was lightly rubbing the back of it with his thumb. It felt good. She was beginning to relax back into the luxurious feel of the leather and the clean smell of the SUV. Her eyelids were feeling particularly heavy. Rihanna was jolted from the peace and tranquillity of the vehicle when, as Bray had previously predicted, a group of young men went crashing into her side of the car. Their hands were groping at the tinted windows of the car. Her heart rate immediately hit turbo and she let out a cry of alarm. Fortunately, the lights chose that moment to turn green and Bray was able to quickly accelerate away.
    “Steady, sweetheart. It’s okay. They can’t get in. You’re safe.” He continued to soothe her with his voice, and the steady stroking of his hand on hers was helping return her pulse back down out of the red-lined danger zone.
    “How did you know?” she stammered. Had the guys come back? Were they after her again?
    “Honey, I’ve made enough late-night escapes from Surfers to know that things can get a little messy late in the night.” He knew what she was thinking. The guys from earlier had returned to finish the job. “I don’t think it was anything to do with earlier tonight.”
    The traffic was light as they headed down the Gold Coast Highway, the bright neon lights spelling out the vibe and atmosphere that was uniquely Gold Coast. Nowhere else could ostentatious and downright gaudy mix to create a kind of friendly charm and pizzazz that typified the Gold Coast.
    They continued on down the Gold Coast Highway through Broadbeach, Miami, Burleigh, and then Palm Beach. At the intersection just before Currumbin Creek, Bray pulled into the right lane and headed across parallel to the creek, which was really more like an inlet to the Pacific Ocean.
    Rihanna thought to ask, “Where do you live?”
    She also noticed that somehow her hand had made it over onto his thigh, his large hand still locked over the top of hers. She could feel the heat from his hard thigh radiating up to warm the palm of her hand. A lovely stream of electricity ran up her