Chapter 55

She was staring directly ahead when he climbed in beside her. He adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs, clipped home his seat belt, and then fired the engine. The car had been parked front end out so all he had to do was put it in gear and they were moving with a low purring growl that made his teeth clench with pleasure because he revelled in that sound like no other.

Except the purr of a woman, he ruefully considered. Then he shut down that line of thinking before it took him places he couldn't afford to go right now…

Outside in the street it had started raining. Camille sat watching heavy sheets of the stuff slating down from a leaden sky, and knew she would have been soaked through to the skin before she'd walked ten feet in this kind of downpour. Which made rather a mockery out of her stiff-faced bid for independence earlier, she acknowledged. Doing it her own way, it would have been stressful looking for the hotel and she would have been looking