are so fucking paranoid!”
“Maybe
I am paranoid, but if that’s true, what is that crawling on the ground by your
foot?”
Chapter Six
The woman who
appeals to a man’s vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart
may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets
him.
~Helen
Rowland
North Western Australia
The Kimberly
February 7, Saturday
Taylor
knew before he looked, Dianna was toying with him. There was too much sparkle
in her green eyes. The only snake anywhere near him was her. Long before the
crash, he’d had his fill of the Remington family. The one good thing about Jace
ordering him to accompany Dianna to Australia was the fact he was now alone and
isolated with her.
Not
only would it piss Jace off that his only sister was stranded with a man he
detested, but she was at that man’s mercy. Where Dianna was concerned, if he
got the opportunity to screw her, Taylor had no intention of showing her a drop
of clemency.
It
would have been difficult to seduce her at the ranch. For one thing, she lived
in New York and visited the ranch infrequently, even though lately, the entire
Remington clan had made it their goal to hang out at the Star.
Here,
she needed him. Maybe not in a sexual way, not yet, but she needed him in order
to survive. Whether she realized it or not or wanted to or not, she was
dependant on him for protection. He had a feeling rescue wasn’t coming any time
soon. It meant long days and longer nights in each other’s company. People
bonded when it came to survival. Dianna would cling to him, connect with him,
and through that connection, her fate would be sealed. Eventually, she’d need
him to satisfy other needs.
However,
bonding time wasn’t happening right this moment.
He
eyed her, frustration and anger slapping him hard. Did she honestly think they
had time to play games? He saw the laughter in her green eyes, the amusement
twitching around her lips, and still, he couldn’t resist glancing at the
ground, just in case there was a snake. “Don’t kid around about crap like
snakes. Not here! Do you have any idea how many different species of poisonous
snakes there are in Australia?”
Dianna
shook her head. “No. Do you?”
“I
don’t care. I have no desire to meet a single one of the beasties.”
“We
have to be careful, watch where we’re stepping.”
“Dianna,
some snakes strike so fast, they aren’t even seen until after they hit. You
might not even see it then.”
“For
Pete’s sake, do you always have to be such a grouchy stick-in-the-mud? Do you
ever relax and just have fun?”
“Fuck,
no! We don’t have time for fun. And this is not the place to have fun. In a few
minutes we’re going to be drenched. Why the hell would I want to have fun with
you? You aren’t amusing. You’re a pain in my ass!”
Dianna
sobered instantly. The teasing light faded from her eyes. “Fine! But I don’t
see anywhere to shelter. We’ll get wet.”
“No.
I’m going to rig us a temporary shelter with pieces of the plane. It will have
to do for tonight. Tomorrow we’ll leave.”
“We
should stay by the plane.”
“We
can’t stay by the plane. There’s no water here. We have to find water and
better shelter.”
“We
should remain by the plane. That’s what the rules say. Remain by the aircraft.
It’ll be spotted from the air, and we’ll be rescued. I’m staying by the plane.”
Taylor
clenched his fists to keep from reaching out and shaking her. “You’ll go where
I go.”
“No,
I won’t.”
“Dianna,
I’m not going to spend every moment arguing with you. I don’t give a damn if
you’re a female Dick Tracy or not. Where I go, you go. End of discussion.”
He
turned on his heel and headed toward the pile of burned rubble, all that was
left of the wreckage.
“Don’t
you want me to look at the wounds on your shoulder and treat those blisters on
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