Falling for Mr Wrong by Joanne Dannon Page A

to lie to him but that could not be helped. She would explain everything afterwards and sort it out then. “And in case I forget to thank you later, thank you. I mean it. This crazy engagement idea may just work.”
    He gave her a warm smile that lit up his blue eyes. “You’re welcome. And as I said before, if anything happened to Bea, I’d hope someone could be there for her.” His gaze flicked to the GPS map. “We’re half way there. We should work out the details of our story.”
    She sagged into the softness of her seat. “It has to be plausible.”
    Nate shot her a look of a father reprimanding a child.
    She ignored it. “Working backwards, we need to have started seeing each other a few months back. Sorry to ask, but were you seeing someone?”
    “No. You?”
    She looked at him warily. “Really?”
    “Yes really.”
    Nate was single. The knowledge made her hot in all the wrong, or should she think right, places. Who would have guessed it? “I told you I was single on the beach.”
    He nodded in reply. “How did we meet?”
    “Online dating?” She chuckled. Nate dating online? As if. He probably had to fight off women.
    “I hope you’re joking.” His mouth twisted into a wry smile.
    Her toes curled in her sandals. God she loved the sound of his deep, English-accented voice.
    She grinned triumphantly. “Guilty.” An odd expression crossed his face. “What’s so funny? You dating online, or you selecting me?” She winced imagining him dismissing her photo on a dating website.
    His smile faded. “More like me finding the time to do so. In the little spare time I have, I work out, read or watch TV.”
    He sounded so normal. She was expecting him to have a more active social life. “You don’t go out?”
    “I’m a writer. We’re reclusive. I go out if I have to.”
    “Anywhere famous?”
    He shrugged before mentioning a number of celebrity do’s he had recently been invited to.
    Impressed, she sucked a breath in. “Wow, I saw pics of that function in the newspaper, it looked really swish.”
    “It was nice,” he muttered.
    “Nice? It looked bloody amazing.” She laughed. “So what do you like to watch on TV?” She fiddled with the dial on the air con.
    “Documentaries.”
    “Boooooor-ring!” she sung out.
    He turned to her, frustration jagged his eyebrows. “This is me. I work long hours, exercise and spend time with Bea. My life isn’t a glorious re-enactment of The Brady Bunch , like yours.” His chest rose as he breathed in deep and then expelled loudly.
    Her lips compressed together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “You’re a smart girl, work it out!”
    She drew back in surprise. “What’s gotten into you?”
    “Give it a rest,” he growled.
    She looked out the window, chewing her lip and considering his outburst.
    Spinning around to face him she said, “I don’t think you’re boring. I was joking.”
    His glare softened.
    “In fact, I think the opposite.” You’re totally hot .
    The car swerved violently to the right, moving towards a look-out area. She stifled a scream, clutching the arm-hold. “What are you doing?” Fear seized her and the muscles in her throat froze.
    He swerved around a parked car, sending up a cloud of dust before slowing near an unoccupied area. The gears crunched, the car stalled, he jerked the handbrake up hard.
    What was going on? “Nate…” She managed to say through parched lips.
    Her words were lost as he tugged her close and his mouth crashed on hers. Heat streaked through her body.
    While his lips urgently demanded, his fingers gently held her head in place. His high-handiness and barked words were forgotten while he kissed her, like he never have another opportunity to do it. Vulnerability forgotten, excitement zipped up and down her spine while his mouth assaulted hers and their tongues duelled.
    Nothing had prepared her for a kiss of this intensity. Not even what had happened in the resort lobby. Shrugging off any