me to drive you anywhere again. Furthermore, I can handle indecent proposals—any kind of proposals!—so you don’t have a thing to worry about. As for the aspersions you cast on my driving, I happen to think
you’re
a menace on the road.’
‘Liz—’
But she ignored him as she opened her door and stepped out of the car.
CHAPTER THREE
T WO MINUTES LATER he was in the driver’s seat, she was in the passenger seat, and she had no idea if he was fighting mad or laughing at her—although she suspected the latter.
‘Right,’ he said as he eased the car back into the traffic. ‘Get onto Bromwich and tell them I’m not coming.’
Liz gasped. ‘Why not? You can’t—’
‘I can. I never did want to go to their damn lunch anyway.’
‘But you agreed!’ she reminded him.
‘All the same, they’ll be fine without me. It is a lunch for two hundred people. I could quite easily have got lost in the crowd,’ he said broodingly.
Liz thought, with irony, that it was highly unlikely, but she said tautly, ‘And what will I tell them?’
‘Tell them…’ he paused, ‘I’ve had a row with my diary secretary, during which she not only threatened to take me apart but I got told I was a
menace,
and that I’m feeling somewhat diminished and unable to contemplate socialising on a large scale as a result.’
Liz looked at him with extreme frustration. ‘Apartfrom anything else, that has
got
to be so untrue!’ she said through her teeth.
He grimaced. ‘You could also tell them,’ he added, ‘that since it’s a nice day I’ve decided the beach is a better place for lunch. We’ll go and have some fish and chips. Like fish and chips?’
She lifted her hands in a gesture of despair. ‘I suppose nothing will persuade you this is a very bad idea?’
‘Nothing,’ he agreed, then grinned that lightning crooked grin. ‘Maybe you should have thought of that before you had a hissy fit and handed over the car.’
‘You were being enough to—you were impossible!’
‘Mmm…’ He said it meditatively, and with a faint frown. ‘I seem to be slightly off-key today. Do you have the same problem? After what happened in the lift?’ he added softly.
Liz studied the road ahead, and wondered what would happen if she admitted to him that she had no idea how to cope with the attraction that had sprung up between them. Yes, it might have happened to her for the first time in a long time, but did that mean she wasn’t scared stiff of it? Of course she was. She knew it. She clenched her hands briefly in her lap. Besides, what could come of it?
An affair at the most, she reasoned. Cameron Hillier was not going to marry a single mother who sometimes struggled to pay her bills. Marry! Dear heaven, what was she thinking? Even with the best intentions and no impediments they had to be a long way from
that.
And, having thought of her bills, she couldn’t stopherself from thinking of them again—that and the fact that she had no other job lined up yet.
Just get yourself out of this without losing your job if you can, Liz, she recommended to herself.
‘I apologise for losing my temper,’ she said at last. ‘I—I’m probably not a very good driver. I haven’t had a lot of experience, but I was doing my best.’ She looked ruefully heavenwards.
Cam Hillier cast her a swift glance that was laced with mockery. ‘That’s all?’
She swallowed, fully understanding the mockery—she was dodging the issue of what had happened between them in the lift and he knew it.
She twisted her hands together, but said quite evenly, ‘I’m afraid so.’
There was silence in the car until he said, ‘That has a ring of finality to it. In other words we’re never destined to be more than we are, Ms Montrose?’
Liz pushed her hair behind her ears. ‘We’re not,’ she agreed barely audibly. ‘Oh.’ She reached for her purse—anything to break the tension of the moment. ‘I’ll ring Bromwich—although I may not get