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The story so far...
Aela Cameron has taken her injured boss, Nairn Malcolm, down to London so that he can check in to his headquarters whre there have been some some malicious incidents happening. Nairn's strange motorbike accident has left him needing Aela's chauffeuring and office services; there's been damage to stock in his warehouses; Aela has slipped on stairs malevolently tampered with..to mention only a few. They've just been to visit the offices of the company who deals with AD campaigns for his products and are making their way back to Nairn's headquarters building.
Nairn was describing
an earlier ad campaign as she drove along the slow lane of a busy divided
highway on their return to the office.
“What is—” Nairn broke
off when his butt began juddering on the seat.
“Brace yourself!” Aela
yelled as her finger flicked on the left indicator, the nearside of the car
shuddering even more to the right underneath a yelping Nairn.
Aela yanked her foot
off the gas pedal. Defensive driving techniques she’d learned years before got
their first proper airing. She was wrapped in traffic. Car in front; one
behind; another in the next lane alongside. A glimpse at the rearview mirror
told her the car behind was too close for sudden deceleration. Harsh braking
was no option anyway.
“Hazards!” she yelled
at Nairn.
Nairn angled forward
and punched on the hazard button in the middle of the console. Before sliding
back in his seat again he flipped down the visor at his side of the car for a
rear view.
“He’s too bloody
close, Aela!” he warned.
“No. Look. He’s slowing down.”
Adrenalin pumped
fiercely as she guided the convulsing car over onto the hard shoulder, thanking
the almighty the driver behind had got the message as soon as the hazards
flashed, but he was still a hairsbreadth from her fender as she cleared the
carriageway.
Struggling to keep on
a straight course, Aela’s grip was indomitable till the car eventually grated
to a halt. Setting the parking brake she braced her forearms on the steering
wheel. Her whole body was still vibrating, though thankfully the car wasn’t any
more. Her head twisted around to look at Nairn before she collapsed back in her
seat.
“You okay?” she
muttered, a nervous smile erupting. “Bejeezuz! Thought we were done for,
there.”
His eyes flickered,
his mouth twitching before he groaned. “You sure are a cool customer under
pressure. What the hell happened?”
Aela didn’t care to
analyze. The adrenaline was still pumping high and all she wanted was to devour
Nairn. Unclipping her seat restraint she grabbed his face and took his lips in
a kiss robbing both of them of their senses. Still on a roll, she snatched
another. Nairn needed no prompting to control the next as his good arm crushed
her to him.
Sanity slowly
returned. They were not in the safest of places to be conducting any kind of
lovemaking, or an affirmation of life. Slipping free of his grip, her chest
heaving, Aela grinned. “We are still alive, aren’t we?”
Admiration, gratitude,
barely banked lust…and something else, really intense, radiated back to her.
When he eventually spoke his voice was the deepest whisper. “Yeah. My…oh…so
competent PA. More alive than you know.” His knuckles stroked her cheek.
For an eon Aela
stared. Nairn stared back. Neither moved. But the car did from the buffeting
blast of other vehicles whizzing past.
“Don’t you dare move
yet, Nairn Malcolm! Not till I make sure it’s safe,” she ordered as her pulse
settled, just a little.
A swift check of the
side mirror told her when it was clear to open the door. Staggering her way
around to Nairn’s side, she checked the state of the car.
The front wheel under
Nairn was in place though only
barely, and was pitched at a precarious angle. Exactly what was wrong with it,
she hadn’t a clue. The tire seemed to be intact. Nairn wasn’t sure either when
he gingerly removed himself from the car and stood alongside her. Both,
however, thought it much too coincidental to be just one of those things. The
Range Rover, Nairn explained, was less than a year old and had never had any
malfunctions before.
Vehicles gusted past
them as they gaped at the wheel, but since the Range Rover displayed no
appearance of an accident other road users drove along on their merry way.
“I get the impression
a change to the spare tire is not
what this needs.” Aela waited for Nairn’s response to her question as he pulled
out his cell phone.
“We’re not touching
this at all. It would be normal to call the emergency road services, but I’m
thinking a bit of advice from Detective woods won’t go amiss on this one.
What’s your opinion, Aela?”
Easy to concur.
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Happy commenting and happy reading this weekend.
Slainthe!
I think their friendly detective will find that the track rod has been half sawn through. They will probably not be able to continue and have to spend the night together in the nearest hotel / B and B ...while exploring their newly-found intimacy. Am I close? Hope so, I don't just want the book, I want to be Aela (Ailsa is close but no cigar!)
ReplyDeleteNot quite right I'm afraid, Cameron, but thanks for adding a great comment! (You might still be lucky though. It's early in the day...)
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