own fears paint a crass picture of what he intended?
She watched, with galloping trepidation, while his expression underwent several changesâ¦disbelief shifting to reassessment, then distaste.
He couldnât have had anything serious in mind with her, she fiercely told herself. He just didnât like having his motives baldly laid out. Probably no other woman had ever knocked him back quite so bluntly or abruptly. New experience for him!
Just as his eyes took on a laser-like probe, a greeting rang out. They both turned to see a lean bearded man strolling towards them. The interruption was silently welcomed by Miranda. It broke the imminent threat of further confrontation with Nathan King and gave her the chance to regroup her defences.
The newcomer looked to be only in his early thirties and he viewed Miranda with speculative interest as Nathan introduced them. âJim Hoskins, head park ranger, Miranda Wade, the new resort manager at Kingâs Eden.â
They shook hands but there was no opportunity for any conversation between them. Nathan claimed Jimâs attention, withdrawing a parcel of books from his bag. âThe diaries. Take good care of them, wonât you?â
Jim took the parcel, handling it with reverential care. âIâm much obliged, Nathan. Iâll treat them with the utmost respect. Hard to get any history on this area.â
âPersonal diaries arenât exact historical fact,â Nathan drily warned. âMy great-grandmother might have been fed tall tales by the Aborigines of the time. Generally white people werenât let into tribal secrets.â
âWell, Iâm sure Iâll find them interesting anyway.â
Miranda thought she would, too, but she could hardly ask for a loan of old family diaries from a man she was intent on rejecting.
âCome along,â Jim invited, waving to the building. âIâll put tea or coffee on for you.â He smiled at Miranda as she and Nathan fell into step with him. âYour first time here?â
âYes. This is an amazing place.â
âUnfortunately weâre short of time, Jim,â Nathan interjected.
Miranda tensed. Was that true, or was he impatient to get her to himself again?
âI promised to show Miranda Cathedral Gorge and have her back at the resort at noon,â he explained. âI know sheâs eager to get on with the sight-seeing, so weâll pass up the coffee, if you donât mind. Iâve got some packed.â
Which neatly cut the park ranger out of the agenda, using her own excuse for hurrying out of the helicopter. It was clear Nathan was not going to allow her to use Jim Hoskins as a buffer between them. Not even for a short time. Though to be fair, she didnât know how long it took to get to Cathedral Gorge.
Jim shrugged, accepting the argument without question. âPity youâre so rushed.â He pointed to a heavy duty four-wheel-drive vehicle parked beside the road. âThe Land Cruiserâs ready to go. Keys in the ignition.â
âThanks, Jim. Weâll be off then.â
âNo problem.â
He parted company with them with a cheery wave and Miranda resigned herself to being alone with Nathan again.
They headed straight for the Land Cruiser, neither of them offering conversation. Miranda didnât look at Nathan but she was extremely conscious of purposeful energy radiating from him and knew he was going to contest her âno playâ decision. But if he kept it to only words, she would cope, and she didnât have to be more than polite in her replies. Let him think whatever he liked. The only important thing was to maintain a safe distance.
He opened the passenger door for her. She stepped past him with a cool âThank you,â and heaved herself into the high cabin, noting that he didnât attempt to assist. Her independent exit from the helicopter had at least made that point.
He didnât