Sydney (Book One) (That Wedding Girl 1) by Maggie Way Read Free Book Online Page B

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    I put my palm out, in an attempt to block the vision of him. With a pressing of the keys, the car beams, and I go and pull the latch to open the driver’s door.   As I start to climb into the driver’s seat, I shriek when his rough and solid hands grab my shoulders and all of a sudden I’m pulled back in one mighty motion. Instantly I feel warmer, he’s like a big blanket.
    My head is spinning in a way that just makes no sense. Tristan’s face might be blurry right now, but it is obvious he means business.
    “You are not driving. I’ll drive you home,” he says, voice gravelly.
    “Nnnnnnnnno, that’s not necessary—” I squeal when he opens the back door and urges me forward, his hands locked on my shoulders. “Whhhhat are yooooou doing?!”
    Lowering my head, he slides me into the backseat and guides my back onto the seat. He grabs the middle seatbelt and buckles me in so I’m lying on my back. Why am I lying down? I’m meant to be driving. But oh my, it feels so comfortable lying down…
    Keeping a respectable distance, the collar of his shirt skims my face and I can smell vanilla, and wine. Maybe the wine scent is me? Grabbing my ankles, he bends my legs but I am still very cramped, despite my short stature.
    “Yooooou can’t dooooo this!”
    He closes the door to lock me in. No! Where is he taking me? My head feels like it’s been on a rollercoaster ride through hell, and I squint at the black ceiling in order to concentrate. What’s happening?
    Tristan gets into the driver’s seat and starts up the engine, and while waiting for it to warm up he turns around to ask me.              
    “So, how do we get to your place?” he asks, his throaty voice reverberating loudly in the car.
    I swallow to lubricate my parched throat. “Go down this street, turn left onto Elizabeth Street and then a right onto Paddington Lane. Umm and then…”
    He reverses the clutch stick and drives out of the parking spot, driving down the street slowly.
    “We’ll get you home. Just don’t fall asleep on me alright?”
    “Yeah, yeah,” I sigh, pushing my hair out of my face. My body is cold and hot all at once.
    “It feels funny driving on the other side of the car. I do have a license, in case you’re wondering,” he assures me and keeps his eyes glued to the front.
    His voice is so comforting. It’s almost like a blanket. I always liked the voice, even if I hated the words that came out of the mouth.
    “What was it like driving in the Big Apple?”
    “I hate driving, this is the first time I’ve driven in years,” he mutters, almost to himself.
    “Why do you hate it?”
    “I just do.”
    It sounds like there’s something deeper there, but I’m not going to press on it now.
    “That’s not very reassuring. Just get me back home in one piece. And don’t even think about making a move on me, I’m trained in self-defence.” Ha! That’ll show him from doing anything dodgy.
    He laughs softly to himself, “Yes ma’am. Seems like somebody is still bossy and uptight.” Compared to when Adam called me bossy, it feels light-hearted coming from him.
    “And somebody is still…” I trail off, putting my hand on my forehead. I close my eyes and instantly everything feels better. I’ll just keep them closed a little bit longer…
    My breaths shallow and I drift into a wonderful dreamland.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    This is bliss. I am sitting in a field of daisies and dandelions, and I marvel at the dandelion seeds blowing lazily in the gentle breeze. I run my hand along the tips of the soft grass, relishing in my solitude in this vast and never-ending meadow. Holding my face upwards to feel the warm light of the mid-summer day, I breathe in this fresh country air. All of a sudden, this nagging crow flies over me and caws at me. I shake my arms at it, hoping it will fly away. But it comes back, swooping low over my head and caws louder.
    Why won’t this bird go away? I’m getting annoyed