thought of having to read and travel made her feel ill. ‘You don’t have a GPS?’
Kent shot her an impatient look. ‘We’re doing this the old-fashioned way,’ he said and started the engine.
Fabulous. ‘And what happens if we lose the map?’ she enquired sweetly. ‘Do we use the stars?’
Kent suppressed a smile at her derision. He held her gaze. ‘Unfortunately I didn’t bring my sextant.’
That look—intense, focused—fanned over her like a sticky web, doing strange things to her pulse and causing heat to bloom in her belly and other places further south.
Oh, he’d brought his sextant all right...
TWO
Even though she was looking out of the window, Sadie didn’t notice the city streets of Sydney giving way to the red rooves of suburbia or to the greenery of semi-rural market gardens. She was too busy puzzling over her reaction to the man sitting an arm’s length away.
On the surface, he was everything she didn’t usually go for. Physically impressive. Outdoorsy. A beer and football kind of a guy.
But then there was his age.
Through some online investigation last night she’d discovered he was thirty-six and she did have a track record with older men.
Leo had been twenty years her senior.
She supposed a psychologist would say she had a Daddy Complex. Her father had left when she was twelve and got himself a new family, including a set of twins who’d turned into sports-mad little boys.
She’d always felt the fact that she was a girl and had been more arty than sporty had been a huge let-down for her father. And after years of trying to win his attention and affection she’d finally conceded defeat as she’d headed off to college.
So, maybe his abandonment had spread invisible tentacles into her life.
Whatever.
It didn’t change the facts. Nothing else about Kent Nelson should have appealed.
Yet somehow it did.
She studied his profile as he drove, his eyes fixed on the road. His buzz cut melded into the stubble of his sideburns, which flowed into that covering his jaw, hugging the spare planes of his face, emphasising cheekbones that stood out like railings. It made him look...severe. A far cry from the bearded guy who had been laughing at the camera in the snap from the gallery.
It made him look intense.
Guarded.
It made him look haunted.
As a journalist, and a huge fan of his work, it was exceedingly intriguing.
As a woman—it scared the hell out of her.
Kent gripped the steering wheel as Sadie’s speculative gaze seemed to burn a hole at the angle of his jaw. After almost eighteen months in and out of hospitals and another six months of physical therapy, it had been a while since he’d had any kind of constant company—female or otherwise—and her concentration was unnerving.
He turned to look at her and almost rolled his eyes as she quickly pretended she hadn’t been staring at him by feigning interest in the scenery outside her window.
Very mature.
His gaze fell to her legs, the denim riding well and truly up above her knees and pulling taut across thighs as lush and round as the rest of her. Rubenesque slipped into his brain and he flicked his gaze back to the road.
‘I hope you brought something warmer—it’s going to get cold out at night.’
Sadie blinked. They’d been in the car for over an hour and this was the first thing he said to her? She really, really hoped he wasn’t one of those men who thought there was a direct correlation between her cup size and her IQ.
She slapped her forehead theatrically. ‘And I only packed bikinis and a frilly negligee.’
Kent gripped the steering wheel as images of her in a bikini screwed with his concentration. ‘A lot of people think of the outback as hot,’ he quantified, still not looking at her. ‘But it cools down really quickly at night.’
Sadie shot him an impatient look. ‘Thank you. But how about we assume from now on I’m a reasonably intelligent person who wouldn’t go on any trip without having thoroughly researched it first?’
Kent turned his head at the note in her voice. It was more than sarcasm. It was...touchy. As if she’d had to prove her intelligence one too many times. He guessed with her assets people didn’t often see beyond them.
He looked back at the road. ‘Fair enough.’
Sadie groaned as they passed a sign indicating their ascent through the Blue Mountains was about to begin. It came with a warning of sharp corners and hairpin bends.
The nausea kicked in at the thought of what lay