Hawk's Way: Rebels. Joan Johnston

think I’m going to be able to do the butcher’s block. Can’t we get a carrier—?’

      ‘It’s all solved,’ Maggie said, patting her hand reassuringly. ‘Jake’s going to help you.’

      Her eyes flew up to his, slightly startled, and then an apprehensive smile touched her lips. ‘Are you sure?’ she said softly, and he felt his last trace of doubt vanish.

      ‘Absolutely. We can’t take my car, though; it won’t be big enough.’

      ‘Take the Mercedes,’ Maggie said matter-of-factly. ‘It’s all right; Lydia will drive. She only wants your body when you get there.’

      He nearly choked on his orange juice, but fortunately she didn’t seem to notice and it gave him a moment to recover his composure.

      Then he looked up and caught Lydia’s unguarded expression. Shock, fascination and—hunger? Then she looked hastily away, soft colour staining her cheeks under the golden tan, and he became aware of the steady pounding of his heart beneath his ribs.

      Today was going to be a very interesting day…