Her Wealthy Husband. Margaret Mayo

as she checked that everything was as it should be. ‘Would you like to try it again?’ she asked huskily, mentally crossing her fingers that it would start. She wanted to make an impression, not a fool of herself.

      The engine sprang into life at the first turn of the key. Roger Lennox looked at her disbelievingly as she appeared from behind the bonnet. ‘What did you do?’ It was clear he had never tinkered with a car engine in his life.

      Lara shrugged. ‘The distributor lead had worked loose.’

      ‘I’m impressed. I didn’t know women knew about these things. Let me give you a lift home, it’s the least I can do.’

      Triumph welled in her. She couldn’t have orchestrated this any better if she’d tried. She dropped the bonnet, wiped her hands on a tissue, and slid into the seat beside him.

      ‘Where are you?’ Bryce Kellerman’s deep voice broke into her thoughts.

      Sitting beside another man. Ruining my life.

      Roger Lennox had sent her flowers the next day, causing a furore in the office. It had been good manners, or so she told herself, to go and thank him. One thing had led to another. Before long he’d asked her out. They got married eight weeks later.

      She had achieved her dream.

      ‘I was thinking about Roger,’ she said quietly, ‘about the day I met him.’

      ‘Ah!’ It was as though he saw everything.

      ‘I thought I’d met the man of my dreams.’

      ‘Love at first sight?’

      Hardly, when it was Roger’s bank balance she’d been interested in, but she wasn’t admitting that. It was too embarrassing by far. She’d heard the saying that money didn’t buy happiness, hadn’t believed it, but now knew it was true. She’d made a foolish mistake. ‘I thought so,’ she answered weakly.

      ‘So what went wrong?’

      Still more questions. If she wasn’t careful he’d end up hearing her life story. She’d never met a man who showed this much interest. She lifted her shoulders. ‘This and that. Actually he was a control freak.’ And that was putting it mildly. Roger had ruled her life.

      ‘And I can see that you’re not the type of girl who likes to be controlled,’ he said with a measured smile. ‘In my opinion no one should have their spirits repressed. I would never do that, especially to a woman. I like them feisty.’

      And Lara Lennox was most definitely feisty. Bryce loved the way her eyes shot daggers, the proud tilt of her beautiful face, the way her tantalising body stiffened and rejected him.

      He wanted to break through those defences; he wanted to show her that not all men were the same. At least her husband hadn’t repressed her altogether. She’d had enough strength to get out of a marriage that wasn’t working.

      When Helen had invited him to this party he hadn’t been sure that he’d wanted to meet her niece. Helen was an inveterate matchmaker: she’d been trying for years to find him a wife, and he was tired of her game.

      If and when he ever married he wanted the girl to be of his own choosing. He wanted to make quite sure that she wasn’t interested in him for all the wrong reasons. He’d had a few near misses; he’d allowed himself to be fooled by a pretty face and a willing body; he’d even almost married on one occasion, only finding out in the nick of time what she was like. He was beginning to wonder whether all women were the same: whether a rich, successful husband was their prime target in life.

      This girl sitting beside him was the most intriguing he’d met in a long time. Maybe it was because she was so anti-men that he found her challenging. Maybe because she was so hauntingly beautiful. And he hadn’t been lying when he’d said her skin was like the petals of an English rose.

      He wanted to touch, to stroke, to feel its silken, velvety texture. The sun had never burnt it; it had never felt the incredible heat that could do so much damage here in Australia.

      ‘Tell me,’ she said now, ‘have you ever been married?’

      He didn’t want to talk about himself; he wanted to talk about her. He wanted to find out everything. Helen had been vague, and even Lara seemed disinclined to give much away. ‘No,’ he answered. ‘I’ve never found the right girl.’

      ‘Really?’ Her deep blue eyes widened. ‘I find that difficult to understand.’

      Did that mean she was interested in him, despite her apparent indifference? He felt a sudden hormonal surge. And then berated himself because he knew nothing about her. For all he knew she could be the same as the rest. ‘It’s not because I’ve been short of choice,’ he said shortly. ‘There’s simply been none whom I’ve wished to marry.’

      ‘You have very exacting standards, is that it?’ she asked, her fine eyebrows delicately arched.

      ‘I suppose so.’

      ‘And you’ve never found Miss Perfect?’

      ‘Not yet.’ But maybe today he’d got lucky. If she took after her aunt then he’d have no complaints. Helen was a wonderful, caring woman. Money didn’t mean anything to her. She always said that it was a person’s mind and attitude that counted.

      ‘This is a beautiful spot,’ said Lara. ‘So different to what I’m used to. I live in a town with no river or lake for miles. Water is so relaxing, don’t you think?’

      If you sat and looked at it, yes, he supposed. But not when you had an exciting girl by your side. ‘Some people find it that way,’ he agreed.

      ‘But you don’t?’

      ‘You know what they say about familiarity.’

      ‘I’d never get fed up of this. Nor Darling Harbour. My aunt took me there the other day. I don’t know where it got its name, but it’s very apt. I didn’t want to come away.’

      ‘I’m glad you like it. One of our early governors, Sir Ralph Darling, renamed it after himself. The Aborigines called it Tumbalong.’ He would have liked to take her there but knew it was too soon. She was being nice for her aunt’s sake, but after tonight—would she want to see him again?

      For the first time in his life Bryce Kellerman felt unsure of himself.

      CHAPTER TWO

      FIVE days had gone by since the party and Lara had heard nothing from Bryce Kellerman. To her dismay and increasing horror she felt disappointed, and couldn’t understand why since she’d made it plain that she didn’t want to see him again. Wasn’t she better off without a man in her life?

      Helen also commented on Bryce’s lack of communication. ‘Perhaps he’s busy. We’ll give him a few more days and then invite him to dinner.’

      Lara hadn’t mentioned Bryce to her aunt so she knew that this was Helen up to her tricks. But even so, the thought of seeing him again sent her heart into overdrive. It also annoyed her that he’d caused a chink in her carefully erected armour. She’d need to be careful.

      As it happened Helen didn’t need to invite him. The next day, when they got back from a sightseeing trip, there was a message for Lara on the answering machine. ‘I’d like to take you out for a meal tonight,’ Bryce said, his deep, gravelly voice sending a shiver down her spine. ‘I’ll pick you up at eight. Any problems, give me a ring.’

      Although her aunt was all of a fluster, Lara played it down. ‘I don’t want to go; I don’t want to get involved,’ she declared firmly.

      Helen shook her head. ‘Bryce will never hurt you.’

      Maybe not! But why take risks? And yet even as she thought this Lara heard herself say, ‘I suppose one date will do no harm.’

      ‘It will give you a chance to get to know him properly,’ reassured the older