Beauty and the Wolf / Their Miracle Twins by Faye Dyer Lois Logan Nikki

Author:Faye Dyer, Lois, Logan, Nikki
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781408970416
Publisher: Harlequin Mills & Boon Ltd
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

New South Wales tablelands, Australia

‘WELCOME to Oberon.’

Bel tucked her arms around her light shirt as she stepped out of Flynn’s purring ute. After their three-hour drive from Sydney—into the mountains and out the other side—warmth shimmered off its bonnet. Infinitely warmer than the air around her. And the silent man beside her.

She leaned against the toasty car and grumbled, ‘I thought Australia was supposed to be hot?’

He took a deep breath, either annoyed that the first real words out of her mouth in twenty-four hours was a complaint, or relieved she’d finally broken the stony silence they’d both endured much of the way from Heathrow. Not that they hadn’t spoken at all. Some speech was a practical necessity. He’d had to tell her his name—Flynn, ridiculously Australian—and she’d had to ask him several times to unfold himself out of his aisle seat so she could use the bathroom. Her own fault for choosing to sit by the window, but staring out at the vast, inky blackness was infinitely preferable to making polite small talk with a man who was practically kidnapping her.

She’d almost chickened out, waiting at the departure lounge. She had a passport, a fully cleared credit card, packed suitcases, full womb, and all the reason in the world to want to run.

But she’d made a few promises to Gwen in the tiny hours of the morning she’d been due at the hospital for the transfer, and honouring the one about giving those babies the best life she could—a better life than she’d had—meant something to her. Enough to see her striding, stiff-backed, down the gangway and onto the flight to hell.

‘This is the high country,’ Flynn said. ‘The tablelands of the Blue Mountains. We’re eleven hundred metres above the heat. I hope you brought some warmer clothes.’

She let her eyes drift around them.

‘Not what you imagined …?’

She frowned, surprised by the miracle of conversation with Mr Strong-Silent-Type. ‘Its name sounded a lot more … magical.’

Oberon. She’d had visions of Shakespeare and forests filled with Faeries. But while this little mountain town might not have horned folk and showering petals, it certainly wasn’t without charm. Very Australian—particularly since it was the only part of Australia outside of Sydney’s airport that she’d actually seen in anything other than a passing blur—and rather pretty. ‘You live in town?’

‘Nope. About ten kilometres back towards Jenolan. A place called Bunyip’s Reach.’

‘Why have we stopped here?’

‘I figured you might like a break. And we could use the time to get our stories straight.’

She looked at him. ‘We’ve had nothing but time for the past twenty-four hours.’

‘You didn’t seem—’ He searched for the right word.

Approachable? No, probably not. She’d had the airline music pounding in her ears and her eyes glued to her e-reader pretty much the whole way. As though she was seated next to a total stranger. Actually, she might have tried to strike up a conversation with a total stranger …

‘—ready to talk,’ he finished.

Talk? With the man who hadn’t managed

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