Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series by Tricia Daniels Page B

in
her bra for the intruder. She can tell, as it takes a casual stroll
through her cleavage, that it has a hard type of shell, like a June
bug and she doesn’t understand how it’s possible that she just
can’t seem to get her hand on it. Swerving back and forth all over
the road she decides, that for safety reasons, she needs to pull
over onto the shoulder and stop. She gets out of the car and rounds
the hood onto the shoulder in a hurry, with her hand in her shirt
still searching in distress. Finally she gets a hold of a leg and
in one quick motion yanks the largest beetle she has ever seen out
of her bra and launches it into the air. She jumps up and down.
“Ew! Ew! Ew!”
    A loud pop comes from the engine of her car
and it sputters, then dies. “Noooooooooo!” She gets back in and
turns the key but no such luck. Lifting the hood, she stands there
looking at its inner workings as if she’s expecting to receive
divine intervention at any moment. But nothing happens.
Perspiration forms on her brow and her eyes start to feel heavy.
Her stomach flips and twists and she’s thankful that she hasn’t
eaten because it certainly would come back up right now.
    Slamming the hood down in sheer frustration,
she watches as a silver car pulls up and stops behind her. The
Cavalry has arrived! The door opens and out gets an extremely sexy
Ethan O’Connell. Divine intervention indeed! Her stomach bottoms
out, her breath hitching at the sight of him as she recalls his
last reply. Good girl, I suspected you were a woman who does what
she’s told.
    “Having troubles?” He grins as he walks
towards her.
    That charming smile is not going to work
today. She just wants to get home and she’s not interested in
anything else he is offering. “What are you doing here?“
    “I had to go into the office this morning
for a conference call. Looks like it’s a good thing I did or you’d
be stuck here.”
    “I would have got her started eventually.”
She says, offended by his comment and the fact that he thinks she
needs to be rescued. Maybe she did but she thinks it’s rude that he
makes assumptions about her.
    He’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a
tight fitting plain white t-shirt that clings to his chest showing
off its impressive definition. “A little under dressed for the
office aren’t you?” She hopes that he doesn’t notice her staring as
she feels a rush of hormones and heat washes over her body. The
look in his eyes and the slight smirk on his face tells her that he
is well aware of her perusal. He’s amused at her continual attempt
to deny her attraction.
    “It’s Saturday, Olivia. There was nobody
there but me. Get your stuff and I’ll take you home.” It’s an
order, not a request, but she’s feeling far too sick to argue with
him.
    He’s about to pull back into traffic when
she reaches out and grabs his arm. “Wait! We can’t just leave her
here on the side of the road.”
    “Maybe if you’re lucky somebody will steal
it.” Ethan is in a foul mood after his video conference and he
doesn’t mean to take it out on Olivia but his tone upsets her.
    “My dad left me that car. It was his pride
and joy and the only thing I have left of his.”
    Ethan feels horrible. She’s genuinely upset,
and the look of disappointment on her face is something he would
never like to see again. There should never be anything other than
complete joy and happiness on her beautiful face and he wants
desperately to be the source of her rapture. “Forgive me, Olivia.
I’ll look after it.” He takes his cell phone out of his pocket and
hits a number on the speed dial. “Hey it’s me. Do you have a
mechanic in town?” He isn’t using the speaker so she can’t hear the
conversation on the other end. “Do you trust him? Can you arrange
for someone to come and tow Olivia’s car there? It’s off on the
shoulder on the 410 North Highway just past the Sandalwood exit.
Then call John, or that other guy, you know the one