street, hailing a taxi.
Pink tinged Caitlyn’s high cheekbones. “No. I never say it.”
He grinned as a taxi pulled up to the curb. “Well, that’s three times in under twenty-four hours, Miss Hart.” He opened the door, waited until Caitlyn got in and shuffled to the opposite side, then climbed in after her, closing the door behind him.
“No other words fit. You were so professional, and it seemed like you actually knew what you were talking about! How long did you work at your father’s company?”
Jake gave the driver directions in Spanish. The taxi smelled like the inside of an ashtray and a pang of homesickness hit him. If he was honest, it wasn’t just the public smoking ban in the UK he missed.
“A few years.” And then some, but if Caitlyn didn’t want to share facts, he certainly wasn’t going to.
From what he remembered of his teenage years into his mid-twenties, it was the worst time of his life. There was no way in hell he was going to tell a woman that. Flings were supposed to be just that. Though, in all fairness, Caitlyn was way behind on the sharing.
“What’s your sister studying at university?” The secret keeper was going to have to spill some before he considered sharing any more with her. His whole life was available to review in black and white, simply by searching his name on the net. Caitlyn, however, was an enigma.
“Fashion design.” Caitlyn turned to him, an apologetic smile curved her lips. “That’s sort of why I was so mad at you the day you arrived. I’m supposed to be in LA straight after filming’s over. Amanda is doing her first fashion show, and it accounts for a huge percentage of her grade. She needs me to be there.”
Now Jake did feel like an ass. When she came storming into his villa, madder than a hatter, he’d been certain she was just like Sarah, kicking off when things didn’t go her way. He could see the love shining from her gem-like eyes when she spoke of her sister and knew it would hurt her, if not Amanda, if she missed the show. And all because of him.
“You’ll make it to the show. I promise.” Jake would make sure he didn’t miss any more time and, dodgy weather permitting, would work day and night to make sure they finished filming on schedule. He couldn’t give her a relationship, but he could give her this. And, hopefully, the best three month fling she’d ever have.
Today he hadn’t wanted to meet with Bill. Hell, hadn’t wanted to go anywhere near the guy, but now that he’d met the man and had the contract signed, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Even when Jake was eighteen, he’d thrived on the challenge of winning over a hard bugger—and Bill had certainly been that. Caitlyn had pushed him to go and the old sense of fulfillment flared inside him. He’d return the favor the only way he knew how—make the rest of their time on the island the best he could.
“Hey.” Caitlyn’s gaze went to the window on his side of the car and she frowned. “Where are we going?”
“Patience, Caity.” Jake tutted. “Good things come to those who wait.”
She beamed at him then, before relaxing back into the tobacco scented upholstery. He slid his arm behind her and pulled her against his side. Caitlyn rested her head on his shoulder, and he inhaled the tropical scent of her shampoo. His blood simmered and arousal hit him square in the groin. He wondered if she was still sore after last night, or if she had healed enough to spend the night in his bed.
“Look.” Jake pointed out the window as Corcovado Mountain came into view. Caitlyn’s gaze followed his finger and her mouth dropped open with an audible pop.
Christ the Redeemer rose up from the huge hill, surrounded by Tijuca Forest National Park. The statue faced away from them, its arms spread wide. Jake was struck with wonder as the taxi brought them closer to the edge of the park. He’d traveled to lots of countries, shooting movies, but never before had he ever seen
Pink tinged Caitlyn’s high cheekbones. “No. I never say it.”
He grinned as a taxi pulled up to the curb. “Well, that’s three times in under twenty-four hours, Miss Hart.” He opened the door, waited until Caitlyn got in and shuffled to the opposite side, then climbed in after her, closing the door behind him.
“No other words fit. You were so professional, and it seemed like you actually knew what you were talking about! How long did you work at your father’s company?”
Jake gave the driver directions in Spanish. The taxi smelled like the inside of an ashtray and a pang of homesickness hit him. If he was honest, it wasn’t just the public smoking ban in the UK he missed.
“A few years.” And then some, but if Caitlyn didn’t want to share facts, he certainly wasn’t going to.
From what he remembered of his teenage years into his mid-twenties, it was the worst time of his life. There was no way in hell he was going to tell a woman that. Flings were supposed to be just that. Though, in all fairness, Caitlyn was way behind on the sharing.
“What’s your sister studying at university?” The secret keeper was going to have to spill some before he considered sharing any more with her. His whole life was available to review in black and white, simply by searching his name on the net. Caitlyn, however, was an enigma.
“Fashion design.” Caitlyn turned to him, an apologetic smile curved her lips. “That’s sort of why I was so mad at you the day you arrived. I’m supposed to be in LA straight after filming’s over. Amanda is doing her first fashion show, and it accounts for a huge percentage of her grade. She needs me to be there.”
Now Jake did feel like an ass. When she came storming into his villa, madder than a hatter, he’d been certain she was just like Sarah, kicking off when things didn’t go her way. He could see the love shining from her gem-like eyes when she spoke of her sister and knew it would hurt her, if not Amanda, if she missed the show. And all because of him.
“You’ll make it to the show. I promise.” Jake would make sure he didn’t miss any more time and, dodgy weather permitting, would work day and night to make sure they finished filming on schedule. He couldn’t give her a relationship, but he could give her this. And, hopefully, the best three month fling she’d ever have.
Today he hadn’t wanted to meet with Bill. Hell, hadn’t wanted to go anywhere near the guy, but now that he’d met the man and had the contract signed, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Even when Jake was eighteen, he’d thrived on the challenge of winning over a hard bugger—and Bill had certainly been that. Caitlyn had pushed him to go and the old sense of fulfillment flared inside him. He’d return the favor the only way he knew how—make the rest of their time on the island the best he could.
“Hey.” Caitlyn’s gaze went to the window on his side of the car and she frowned. “Where are we going?”
“Patience, Caity.” Jake tutted. “Good things come to those who wait.”
She beamed at him then, before relaxing back into the tobacco scented upholstery. He slid his arm behind her and pulled her against his side. Caitlyn rested her head on his shoulder, and he inhaled the tropical scent of her shampoo. His blood simmered and arousal hit him square in the groin. He wondered if she was still sore after last night, or if she had healed enough to spend the night in his bed.
“Look.” Jake pointed out the window as Corcovado Mountain came into view. Caitlyn’s gaze followed his finger and her mouth dropped open with an audible pop.
Christ the Redeemer rose up from the huge hill, surrounded by Tijuca Forest National Park. The statue faced away from them, its arms spread wide. Jake was struck with wonder as the taxi brought them closer to the edge of the park. He’d traveled to lots of countries, shooting movies, but never before had he ever seen
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