The Pleasures of Spring by Evie Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Evie Hunter
but needing fuel before she hit Wales. She had a leather jacket, pants and helmet, which helped to disguise her. Her number plate was the right side of muddy to be hard to read.
She had a pre-paid credit card that couldn’t be traced to her which would pay for the ferry trip and cover her for a couple of days. Frankie better make sure she got paid for this job. She had the twenty she had taken from Andy’s wallet. A burner phone. No clothes. No toothbrush or comb. No make-up. She was lucky she had the key for her bike in her pocket when Hall arrived.
Roz was used to travelling light, but this was ridiculous.
She had no wigs either. She debated buying some hairdye to cover her red hair. In London, blondes and brunettes were all over the place; a ginger stood out like a beacon and if she didn’t have a suitable wig, she used a temporary colour. But there were supposed to be a lot of redheads in Ireland, so she wouldn’t stand out too much. It would be fun to be red for a change.
If she were on her own, looking out for herself, it wouldn’t be a big deal. She was used to being on the run. She’d been doing it for years. But there was her dad to think about. He wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he was the only one she had. He had given her an interesting education. She could hack computers with ease and do sums in binary.
Pity he had moved her around so much that her academic education was screwed. She had left school without a single GCSE to her name. She knew she wasn’t stupid, but sometimes it felt like the world was stacked against someone without the right exam results.
Her twin sister Sinead had been brought up by her mother’s wealthy family. She knew her dad believed that she resented the luxury Sinead had lived in. She didn’t. What made her seethe with resentment was the education her twin had got. Boarding school, then the best university in Ireland, then a dream job in Geneva. Some people had it all, and didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it.
Karma was a bitch. Someday, Roz would even things up.
She had to slow down in Port Talbot to avoid the speed camera. By the time she got to the ferry terminal, time was counting down. Roz danced from foot to foot while she queued for the ticket machine. What the hell was the couple ahead of her doing? Changing nationality? Shewas so anxious that she fumbled the PIN number, but then, finally, she had the ticket in her hand and was able to ride her Ninja onto the
Isle of Inishmore
.
She was sweating by the time she parked it safely and made her way up to the lounge, where she had a chance to breathe. She got herself a coffee, loaded it up with sugar, and pulled out her phone. She hooked it up to the Wi-Fi and searched to see if there was any news coverage of her run across the rooftops of London. All she needed was one image of her on the internet with her face showing to ruin everything.
Nothing. Maybe luck was running her way for once.
She flicked through her messages. There was one from Frankie giving directions and a message on Yahoo from an ex-client in Paris, offering to lick her shoes.
She shuddered. Why did men think she would enjoy that? He’d have a job licking her parkour trainers. Someone had told her they were the least sexy footwear a woman could wear. What was it with some men that a pair of heels could bring them to their knees? It would take more than a pair of Louboutins to tame Andy McTavish.
Roz laughed. But wouldn’t she have fun trying? Damn, she didn’t want to think about him or the dancing glint in his eyes which promised wicked pleasures to any woman who didn’t expect more than a single spectacular night with him.
She was not attracted to Andy.
She wanted a different sort of man, one who was steady and loyal. Not someone who changed his girlfriends more often than his underwear. But she did have one guilty niggle. She hadn’t had a chance to return his credit cards, andshe hadn’t planned to steal his phone. She might
She had a pre-paid credit card that couldn’t be traced to her which would pay for the ferry trip and cover her for a couple of days. Frankie better make sure she got paid for this job. She had the twenty she had taken from Andy’s wallet. A burner phone. No clothes. No toothbrush or comb. No make-up. She was lucky she had the key for her bike in her pocket when Hall arrived.
Roz was used to travelling light, but this was ridiculous.
She had no wigs either. She debated buying some hairdye to cover her red hair. In London, blondes and brunettes were all over the place; a ginger stood out like a beacon and if she didn’t have a suitable wig, she used a temporary colour. But there were supposed to be a lot of redheads in Ireland, so she wouldn’t stand out too much. It would be fun to be red for a change.
If she were on her own, looking out for herself, it wouldn’t be a big deal. She was used to being on the run. She’d been doing it for years. But there was her dad to think about. He wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he was the only one she had. He had given her an interesting education. She could hack computers with ease and do sums in binary.
Pity he had moved her around so much that her academic education was screwed. She had left school without a single GCSE to her name. She knew she wasn’t stupid, but sometimes it felt like the world was stacked against someone without the right exam results.
Her twin sister Sinead had been brought up by her mother’s wealthy family. She knew her dad believed that she resented the luxury Sinead had lived in. She didn’t. What made her seethe with resentment was the education her twin had got. Boarding school, then the best university in Ireland, then a dream job in Geneva. Some people had it all, and didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it.
Karma was a bitch. Someday, Roz would even things up.
She had to slow down in Port Talbot to avoid the speed camera. By the time she got to the ferry terminal, time was counting down. Roz danced from foot to foot while she queued for the ticket machine. What the hell was the couple ahead of her doing? Changing nationality? Shewas so anxious that she fumbled the PIN number, but then, finally, she had the ticket in her hand and was able to ride her Ninja onto the
Isle of Inishmore
.
She was sweating by the time she parked it safely and made her way up to the lounge, where she had a chance to breathe. She got herself a coffee, loaded it up with sugar, and pulled out her phone. She hooked it up to the Wi-Fi and searched to see if there was any news coverage of her run across the rooftops of London. All she needed was one image of her on the internet with her face showing to ruin everything.
Nothing. Maybe luck was running her way for once.
She flicked through her messages. There was one from Frankie giving directions and a message on Yahoo from an ex-client in Paris, offering to lick her shoes.
She shuddered. Why did men think she would enjoy that? He’d have a job licking her parkour trainers. Someone had told her they were the least sexy footwear a woman could wear. What was it with some men that a pair of heels could bring them to their knees? It would take more than a pair of Louboutins to tame Andy McTavish.
Roz laughed. But wouldn’t she have fun trying? Damn, she didn’t want to think about him or the dancing glint in his eyes which promised wicked pleasures to any woman who didn’t expect more than a single spectacular night with him.
She was not attracted to Andy.
She wanted a different sort of man, one who was steady and loyal. Not someone who changed his girlfriends more often than his underwear. But she did have one guilty niggle. She hadn’t had a chance to return his credit cards, andshe hadn’t planned to steal his phone. She might