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It was now six-thirty and she had been at work since a quarter to nine.
Sometimes she thought she had picked the wrong job, but on the
other hand Mr Ramsden was a kind and likeable man, even if he
expected you to work very long hours. At least she had a job, she
thought, walking towards her parked car. These days that wasn't
something you took for granted.
She unlocked her car and got behind the wheel, her shoulders wearily
slumped. A bath, a hot meal and bed were high on her agenda for the
evening. She switched on the ignition and frowned. There wasn't a
flicker from the engine. She tried again; still nothing.
It was five minutes before she admitted that her car was as dead as a
doornail. She got out again, slamming the door. At this hour there
was no point in ringing the garage they would have gone home long
ago. She would have to leave her car here and get a taxi home.
As she locked the car door she heard the soft purr of an engine and
glanced sideways. A red sports-car was slowing beside her.
Jamie leaned out, raising one brow. 'Having trouble?'
Melanie was tempted to ignore him but it seemed childish so she said
curtly, 'My car won't start.'
He drew in to the kerb and braked, getting out, long legs followed by
a muscled body and windblown black hair. She felt a tremor of
resentment at his height; he dwarfed her. If she ever did try to hit him
she would have to aim for his knees.
'Shall I have a look?'
It was a frail hope but she was so tired, she couldn't be bothered to
turn down any offer of help, even from a man she loathed and
detested. Saving her face seemed, at that instant, less essential than
saving her energy.
She slid back behind the wheel, grateful for the chance to sit down,
while Jamie vanished under the car bonnet, poking and prying into
the engine entrails. Melanie didn't have much hope that he would get
it started but he seemed confident that he knew what he was doing.
He was an engineer, she thought, presumably he understood engines
of most kinds. All the same, she wasn't surprised when he
re-appeared with a faint smear of oil across his cheek, slammed down
the car bonnet and came to her window, shaking his head.
'Not a chance of starting her, I'm afraid. You'll have to have it towed
away in the morning.' He opened the door, standing back. 'Come on,
I'll drive you home.'
Melanie got out wearily, re-locked the door and gave him a stiff
smile. 'Thank you, but I'll take a taxi.'
She began to walk away; he caught her arm. 'Don't be absurd. Why
waste money on a taxi?'
Melanie's temper flared out of control. 'Because I'd rather waste
money than have you drive me home!' She wrenched herself away
and began walking again, half expecting him to follow her and
mentally preparing her iciest brush-off if he did.
She heard his car burst into life but he didn't drive away; he
kerb-crawled, leaning out.
'Get in, Melanie.'
She averted her face, quickening her pace. He cruised along beside
her, talking. 'Stop making a fool of yourself. This is ridiculous, get
in!'
'I don't want to talk to you, go away,' she said, reaching the corner
where she hoped to get a taxi.
What she had not anticipated was an interested audience of teenage
boys in jeans and bomber jackets, standing outside a nearby café,
smoking and idly watching life go by. They all stared at Melanie and
her pursuing red sports-car. Their wolf whistles and catcalls made her
face burn, she couldn't just stand there under that barrage, so she
crossed the road to get away and Jamie did a U- turn in the road,
slewing to a sudden stop in front of her before she got to the other
kerb.
Melanie gave up. He leaned over and opened the passenger door and
she got into the car, ignoring the crude comments from the other side
of the road. Jamie accelerated away a second later.
'We made their day,' he said drily.
'You did, you mean! Why did you follow me like that?' She was
quivering with temper.
'I've been waiting for you,' he drawled and she did a double-take,
staring incredulously at him.
'Waiting for me?'
'For over an hour,' he expanded. 'You work long hours I hope they
pay you well.'
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