sandstone, and the formation was actually dated back three hundred and fifty million yearsâbut she couldnât help envisaging ancient rulers being buried inside those time-worn domes.
âHad enough or do you want to see more?â Nathan asked evenly, not pushing either way.
âMore, please,â she answered, not grudging those words to him.
He flew the helicopter over the range in a criss-cross pattern, giving her every aspect of it. The narrow canyons or gorges had been carved by water, so sheâd read, yet the rock-face it had carved was so smooth and sheer in places, the impression of narrow streets running deep down beside blocks of petrified, windowless skyscrapers kept flowing through Mirandaâs mind. If this was the work of nature, it had been wrought in incredible patterns.
âTime we landed if weâre to keep our schedule,â Nathan informed her.
âOkay,â she conceded, realising heâd seen all this before and had been pandering to her interest, probably indulging her so she would be more ready to indulge him. And on the ground she would be more accessible to whatever he had in mind.
He set the helicopter down close to a group of buildings beyond the massif, presumably the park rangersâ headquarters. Intensely wary of his intentions, Miranda swiftly unfastened her seat-belt, whipped off her headphones, opened the door on her side and was out before Nathan could help her, thereby avoiding any macho familiarity he might take, being bigger and stronger than she was.
âForgot your hat and bag,â he said, handing her the items as he joined her on the ground.
âThanks,â she mumbled, deeply vexed she hadnât thought of them in her hurry to get out. The omission revealed her distracted state of mind. âThat was so fantastic from the air, Iâm eager to see more of it from ground level,â she rolled out as an excuse, not wanting him to think he was the cause of her haste.
âWorth catching the sunrise?â he remarked, his blue eyes glinting with amused mockery.
âVery much so.â
âSorry if I offended your dignity by bundling you into the helicopter back at the resort, but we were running short of time. Nature doesnât wait on anything. If we want it working for us we have to follow its dictates.â
Which was a double-edged excuse if sheâd ever heard one! If he thought she was going to take sexual dictation from nature, he could think again.
âI didnât ask for a delay to our departure, Nathan,â she said pointedly.
âTrue!â He had the gall to grin. âBut I didnât hear or feel any protest for quite some time. Which leaves us with a promising area to explore, doesnât it?â
âOnly if the wish is there to explore it,â she flashed back at him with a look that should have shrivelled his confidence.
It merely raised a quizzical eyebrow. âNo problem on my side. Is there one on yours?â
She fixed some mockery of her own directly on him. âJust where do you see this exploration leading to?â
He made a playful frown. âWell, the start of it suggested weâre onto something special together. And now youâre throwing in some mystery. No doubt about a strong dash of excitement. Who can tell what will come out of it?â
He was laughing at her, making light of any possible reservations she might have about an open-ended future. Except it wasnât open-ended to her. She saw a very inevitable end.
âThat sounds quite romantic. Except you know and I know there wonât be any romance involved. I bet right now youâre figuring on a two-year convenient affair. And I tell you right nowââ her voice hardened as she delivered the bottom line ââI wonât play.â
CHAPTER SIX
âP LAY ?â
Nathan Kingâs incredulous repetition of her word gave Miranda a queasy moment of doubt. Had she let her
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