The Outback Marriage Ransom

‘If you fail, it will be much, much worse.’

‘I won’t fail.’

‘Gary said he’d have a man watching me. Watching the house. Watching where I go.’

‘My car is parked at your front door. I have the resources to evade anyone who follows us.’

He spoke calmly, with an indomitable self-assurance that actually calmed the surge of panic that was screaming through her mind. In its place came a wild litany of hope. Could he do it? Could he really? Get her away to a safe place where Gary couldn’t reach her?

An Outback sheep station.

Why not?

It had to be more civilised than living like this.

‘It’s your choice, Lara. It will be a different life, but at least a life where you can always breathe easy.’

She took a deep breath. ‘This Gundamurra…it belongs to you?’

‘No. But I have lived there. And you’ll be made welcome. It’s where you can get your head straight…if you want to.’

Freedom was all she could think about, but freedom might also have a price tag.

‘If we do this…and succeed in getting there…I’ll owe you big-time, Ric.’

His mouth softened into a whimsical little smile. ‘This isn’t a money issue.’

Money? She hadn’t even thought of money. Looking at the man he’d become—powerful enough to challenge Gary, and feeling his power reaching out and winding around her…what did he want of her?

Was it only compassion for her situation moving him to offer help? What if he was like Gary, taking without caring what she wanted? No, he couldn’t be like that or he wouldn’t have spoken about his mother. She was letting fear screw up her instincts.

‘You can always pay me back whatever you think you owe me after you get a divorce,’ he dropped into her fretful silence.

‘How will I manage a divorce if I’m…?’

‘I know just the guy who can do that for you. Don’t worry about it, Lara. Mitch will nail Gary Chappel to the wall so there’ll be no comeback from your ex-husband.’

She shook her head incredulously. This was all happening so fast—promises being held out that she desperately wanted to grab. ‘Are you sure about this?’

‘Absolutely.’ His dark eyes glittered with more than determined purpose as he stepped forward and picked up the envelope she’d laid on the table. ‘This photograph will be used to gain fair compensation for what you’ve suffered at Gary Chappel’s hands.’

She stared at him, and the feeling that she’d had about Ric Donato as a teenager came flooding back—a driving, unstoppable force. But he had been stopped then…by the police for stealing a car.

No need for him to steal now. He had the wealth and power to make him unstoppable in any enterprise he chose to take on. With that recognition, hope grew in Lara’s heart. Rightly or wrongly, she did trust him. Whatever the risk, his offer was worth taking. At least she should try it.

She scraped her chair back and stood up, adrenalin shooting new energy through her. ‘I’ll go and get ready.’

Decision made.

He nodded, acknowledging it, approving it. ‘Bring nothing more than an ordinary handbag, Lara. Purse, driver’s licence, what you’d normally carry on an outing. Okay?’

She was acutely aware of the sense in that instruction—nothing to suggest a final departure. ‘I’ll only be a couple of minutes, Ric. Wait here for me?’

‘Yes. You can put your sunglasses on again.’

She did, then amazingly she found herself smiling at him, the heady promise of freedom lifting her heart. ‘Thank you, Ric.’

He smiled back. ‘I always wanted to be a white knight coming to the rescue of a fair damsel in distress. It feels good to be at your service, Lara. That’s enough for me.’

It was a reassurance that she was safe with him.

He wouldn’t demand anything of her.

Maybe fairy stories could happen in real life, Lara thought light-headedly, hurrying off to get a bag. Though she couldn’t see Ric Donato as a white knight. More a dark prince.

But dark was good when it came to hiding.

If he could keep her safe from Gary, he would indeed be a prince.

CHAPTER THREE

THE minutes ticked by, every second excruciatingly long for Ric. He paced up and down the patio, willing Lara not to change her mind, not to give in to a burst of panic over her decision. He kept checking his watch. Time was critical. If someone had reported his visit to Gary Chappel…if he came home…a face-to-face confrontation before they could get away might scuttle everything.

Footsteps coming…

He moved to meet them, his whole body wound tight with tension.

Lara…wearing a brown shoulder-bag now and carrying a hat. ‘Ready,’ she declared, determination in her voice, and with a slight lilt of excitement.

‘Let’s go,’ he said, and there was not the slightest hesitation from her, much to Ric’s relief.

The housekeeper was in the foyer. She looked anxiously at the two of them. ‘Mrs. Chappel…?’

‘I’m just going out for a while,’ Lara answered, heading straight for the front door. ‘We won’t be long, Mrs. Keith.’

The housekeeper beat her to the door. ‘Mrs. Chappel…’ It was a plea for Lara to reconsider.

She knew what went on here, Ric thought, and didn’t like it. He laid a hand on the housekeeper’s shoulder, drawing her gaze to his. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll look after her.’

She shook her head slightly but stepped back, letting them go without further protest.

‘It’s a conspicuous car, Ric,’ Lara remarked fearfully as he loaded her into it.

‘We won’t be in it for long,’ he assured her.

It was good to get behind the driver’s wheel and fire the engine up. He had Lara in his custody now and nothing was going to stop him from flying her to Gundamurra. The temptation to leave in a burst of speed was strong, but the wiser course was to drive sedately, watching for the watchers.

He was no sooner out of the private driveway to Chappel’s mansion, than a grey sedan, parked at the kerb on the street, started up and pulled out, quickly catching up to the Ferrari, sitting just behind it. A male driver, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.