Playing His Dangerous Game

by Tina Duncan

  Shara jumped to her feet and then wished she hadn’t. She was so angry she was shaking, her heart beating nineteen to the dozen. ‘You had no right to do that. No right at all.’

  She began to pace, her sandals making a slap-slap sound on the tiles, then fading to nothing as she crossed the Aubusson rug.

  Thoughts swirled through her head, one after the other, so fast they made her dizzy.

  One thought stood out amongst all the others: all her hard work had just been undone in one fell swoop.

  Anger ripped through her. Grinding to a halt in the middle of the Aubusson rug, she slammed her hands down on her hips and glared at Royce. ‘Who gave you permission to butt your nose in like that? This is precisely the situation I wanted to avoid. You’ve ruined everything, damn it!’

  Royce gave her a puzzled look. ‘Perhaps you’d like to explain what it is you think I’ve ruined, exactly? Because I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about.’

  ‘Everything!’ Shara raked a hand through her hair, unsurprised to find it was shaking. ‘This is precisely the reason I didn’t want a bodyguard in the first place. I don’t need some stranger interfering in my business. This is my situation and I’ll deal with it my way.’

  Royce didn’t look the least bit impressed by her outburst. He was still standing by the phone. Still looking cool, calm and completely unruffled.

  The fact that he was so in control while she was falling apart at the seams infuriated Shara no end.

  ‘First, when he hired me to protect you, your father gave me permission to handle the situation my way. That’s the only way I do business. He knows that. I have to have full control.’ He folded his arms across his impressive chest. ‘And, second, if what I’ve seen in the last twenty-four hours is any example of the way you’ve been dealing with the situation then it’s entirely ineffective.’

  Pressure built inside her head until Shara thought she was going to explode. She could hardly stand still, but at the same time found that her muscles were locked so rigidly tight she was incapable of moving.

  Here we go again.

  Another man telling her what to do.

  Another man trying to smack her down.

  Well, he could try. But he wouldn’t succeed.

  She glared across the distance separating them. ‘How dare you? You conceited oaf! You’ve known me for all of two seconds and yet you’re an expert on me and my way of dealing with situations? As far as I’m concerned your so-called expertise has just made the situation one hundred times worse. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care if you’re one of my father’s paid minions. From now on keep out of my way—or there will be hell to pay!’

  Satisfied that she’d told him exactly what she thought of him, Shara spun on her heel and stormed out of the lounge room.

  She stomped up the stairs to her bedroom and snatched up her handbag and car keys. She had no idea where she was going, but she had to get out of here.

  How dare’d Royce put her down that way?

  Frankly, she thought she’d done one hell of a job.

  She was proud of the way she’d gathered enough courage to leave Steve. She was equally proud of the way she was ignoring his harassment.

  It wasn’t easy.

  Turning the other cheek was damned difficult at times, but she was trying to let his behaviour bounce off her.

  So Mr Just Plain Royce could put that in his pipe and smoke it!

  Exiting the house via the back staircase, Shara breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the garage undetected. She slid the key in the car’s ignition and was halfway down the driveway when she gave a victorious pump of her fist in the air.

  She was no more than half a kilometre from the house when she stopped smiling. A glance in her rear vision mirror turned her smile into a frown.

  There was a black sedan four or five cars back.

  The same kind of black sedan that Steve drove.

  Every time she made a turn the black sedan made a turn.

  Every time she changed lanes so too did the other car.

  Which, of course, could mean only one thing: Steve was following her.

  Her teeth came together with an audible snap, and a shiver of fear snaked serpent-like down her spine.

  ‘Oh, no,’ she said.

  Another quick glance in the mirror showed that the black sedan had closed the distance between them. It was now only three cars back, and getting closer all the time.

  Her hands clenched on the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.

  ‘You stupid fool,’ she muttered out loud.

  When was she going to learn that making decisions in the heat of the moment always backfired on her? When was she going to learn that when she was emotionally upset she almost always made the wrong decision?

  She’d accused Royce of making the situation worse not twenty minutes ago, and then what had she done?

  Stayed in the house where she was safe?

  Oh, no—not her.

  She’d had to try and prove a point by sneaking out.

  Had she thought of the possible consequences?

  No.

  Had she waited until she’d calmed down before deciding what her next step should be?

  No again.

  She hadn’t just landed on the snake’s head by accident this time; she’d jumped on it all by herself.

  ‘Damn it. When will I ever learn?’

  Royce peered through the front windscreen.

  He’d been quite content to follow Shara at a distance. Close enough to intervene at the first sign of trouble, but far enough back to let Shara think she’d made a clean getaway.

  It could prove interesting.

  Where would she go? Who would she meet? What would she do?

  The more he knew about her patterns of movement, her routine, the better prepared he’d be to deal with whatever the future held.

  Information was power.

  That wasn’t supposition; it was fact.

  But that attitude belonged to five minutes ago.

  He’d abandoned the hang-back strategy thirty seconds ago.

  For one simple reason.

  Shara was being followed.

  There was no doubt about it.

  Every time Shara made a turn the black sedan several cars behind her also made a turn.

  Every time she changed lanes the black sedan changed lanes.

  Logic suggested this wasn’t a random incident. Logic suggested that Brady had been watching the house and when Shara had left he’d followed her.

  Cursing under his breath, Royce pressed the accelerator flat to the floor. The large 4WD leapt forward like a giant predator, gobbling up the grey ribbon of road beneath its tyres.

  Thoughts whirred through his head at lightning speed.

  Possibilities. Probabilities.

  He assessed them all and came up with a strategy to counter each one.

  Mixed in amongst all the analysing was a good dose of blinding fury. Not co-operating was one thing, but an outright attempt to evade him was quite another—and completely unacceptable.

  The stunt Shara had just pulled reaffirmed his opinion of her.

  Her actions were thoughtless and selfish, and he wouldn’t put up with such spoilt, self-absorbed behaviour—a fact that he’d make quite clear when he caught up with her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  SHARA glanced in the rear vision mirror again. The black sedan was right behind her. It was close enough that she could see Steve’s angry face framed by the front windscreen.

  ‘What am I going to do?’ she whispered.

  Thoughts swirled through her head, but no obvious solution presented itself.

  She glanced in the mirror again and did a double take.

  Surely that was—?

  But it couldn’t be.

  Could it …?

  A big dark 4WD she hadn’t noticed before was racing down the road behind them.

  She’d seen it before. Just last night
.

  Royce!

  Royce was coming to rescue her.

  Relief washed through her in waves.

  She didn’t care how he’d found her. All she cared about was the fact that he had.

  ‘Thank you, God!’ she whispered. ‘Thank you.’

  What she needed now was a strategy. No more going off half-cocked and landing in even deeper trouble. She needed to think … and then she needed to act sensibly.

  She could brake. That was one option. Royce would catch up to her even faster. But what would Steve do?

  At the moment he appeared content to sit on her tail rather than actually do anything. It was an intimidation tactic that was typical of Steve.

  But if she slowed would he ram her with his car?

  She doubted it.

  This was a busy road. There was enough traffic to deter him from doing anything rash that could be witnessed and used against him. Unlike her, Steve thought before he acted.

  Her other option was to pull over to the side of the road. That would force Steve either to stop or keep on going. If her car doors were locked and Royce was hot on their tail she couldn’t get into too much trouble, surely?

  Deciding the latter was the better option, Shara glanced in her side mirror and waited for a break in the traffic. Then, without indicating, she swung hard on the wheel and with a screech of tyres pulled over on the side of the road.

  The blast of car horns that hit her eardrums suggested Steve had followed suit, but she waited until she’d brought her car to a halt before having a proper look.

  Steve was right behind her.

  He was getting out of his car.

  Shara started to shake. Her hands grew sweaty. Her heart thumped.

  The sight of her ex-husband was enough to make her feel sick and anxious. It was a feeling she remembered all too well. It dominated her consciousness, blotting everything else out.

  With a squeal of tyres another vehicle screeched to a halt beside her. A quick glance showed her it was the big 4WD.

  Royce.

  He ignored the fact that he was blocking one lane of traffic and jumped from his vehicle.

  Her relief was so strong that Shara fumbled for the door latch and did the same.

  Royce looked so big and solid. So reassuringly safe.

  Without thinking, she flung herself at him. ‘Boy, am I glad to see you!’

  Strong arms closed around her.

  Shara was aware of heat and the smell of warm male skin. She was also aware of the strength and power barely contained in the muscled lines of his body.

  Cocooned against Royce’s chest, Shara felt safe and secure.

  She also felt something else.

  A ripple of desire.

  It was the first time she’d admitted, even to herself, that that was what the curling sensation in her belly she experienced every time she looked at him was all about.

  Now she had no choice but to acknowledge it.

  It packed quite a punch.

  Enough to make her push away from him.

  She was just over-reacting to their close proximity and to the adrenalin pumping through her system.

  That was all.

  It was nothing personal.

  If she told herself that often enough she might even believe it.

  Royce clasped her wrists and pulled her hands down from around his neck before she could completely disengage herself.

  ‘Stay there,’ he said, dragging her behind him so that he stood between her and Steve.

  Nothing more was said.

  Not a single word.

  The air was filled with menace. Filled so completely that it raised the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck.

  She could feel Royce’s body braced for action, but it wasn’t needed. She heard the scuffle of footsteps, the slamming of a car door, and then the screech of tyres as the black sedan raced off, leaving behind a trail of exhaust smoke and the smell of burning rubber.

  As soon as Steve had disappeared Royce turned, a heavy frown on his face. Gripping the tops of her arms, he gave her a brief hard shake before putting his face next to hers. ‘You little fool. Sneaking off like that was stupid and reckless. What on earth were you thinking?’

  Shara blinked, her heart leaping into the back of her throat.

  Royce was angry.

  Very angry.

  Steve had looked at her the same way many times.

  Now, as then, she shrank in on herself—both physically and mentally. Her shoulders hunched, her muscles contracted, her breath shortened.

  The grey, smoke-filled fog of fear closed around her like a shroud. Suffocating. Deadening. Numbing.

  ‘I … I’m s … sorry,’ she stammered. Inside she cringed at how apologetic she sounded. She hadn’t heard that particular tone of voice come out of her mouth since she’d been with Steve. ‘I wasn’t thinking.’

  Shame washed through her.

  She didn’t want to revert to the woman she’d been when she’d been with Steve.

  The reasons for staying in an abusive relationship were many and varied, and had nothing to do with the victim’s character or strength of will.

  It had taken Shara a long time to come to terms with why she’d stayed with Steve.

  One reason was that she hadn’t wanted to admit that marrying Steve had been a mistake. Her father had been against the marriage. He’d told her she was rushing into things. She hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d been right.

  But the driving force—the thing that had compelled her to stay—was fear.

  Crippling, disabling fear.

  Steve’s threats had quite literally paralysed her into inaction for a long time.

  She’d been terrified he’d become more violent if she tried to leave.

  Terrified that he’d come after her.

  And those fears had proved to be justified, because that was exactly what he’d done.

  She dragged in a breath, and then another. Slowly her heartbeat began to return to normal. Her fear began to recede. The smoky fog was washed away.

  And her power of thought began to return.

  She didn’t want to be that frightened woman any more.

  She wouldn’t be that woman any more.

  She’d come a long way since then. The last thing she wanted to do was backtrack.

  OK, so her marriage to Steve had conditioned her to respond negatively to certain things.

  But she could rise above it.

  She could un-learn it.

  Somehow.

  Starting now.

  Royce stared at Shara. Saw the fear in her eyes and realised he was responsible. Heard the stammer in her voice and knew that he was answerable for that too.

  Immediately his heart stilled.

  He was a fool.

  A stupid, thoughtless fool.

  He’d scared the poor girl half out of her wits. As if she hadn’t already been scared enough.

  Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his hold on the tops of her arms and adopted a calm expression. His hands soothed gently up and down. ‘It’s OK, Shara. I’m sorry I yelled at you.’

  She didn’t look at him. She was staring downwards.

  ‘I wasn’t thinking,’ Royce continued. ‘I didn’t mean to frighten you.’

  She was shaking, her breathing coming in short gasps.

  ‘That’s it.’ Royce deliberately kept his voice low and even. ‘Take some deep breaths. In and out.’

  Gradually she stopped shaking.

  ‘That’s it. You’re almost there,’ Royce encouraged.

  Finally, Shara lifted her head. ‘Let me go!’

  Royce immediately did as she asked. In fact he went one better. He took a couple of paces backwards. His behaviour had obviously made her feel threatened. Giving her some space would help put her at her ease.

  It was important Shara felt safe with him—not just because it would be easier for him to do his job, but because he was not a man who got his kicks out of frightening
women. He’d leave that kind of behaviour to the likes of Brady.

  ‘That’s it,’ he said, relieved to see that her breathing was becoming calmer and deeper. ‘You’re going to be all right.’

  Shara dragged in another calming breath and glared at him. ‘All right? I doubt very much if I’m going to be all right if you’re going to go on creating situations like this one.’

  He pointed a finger at his chest. ‘You think I created this situation?’ he asked incredulously.

  ‘I certainly do.’

  ‘And just how do you figure this is my fault?’

  She tossed her hair over her shoulder. ‘You deliberately provoked Steve on the phone earlier.’

  ‘And how did I do that?’

  ‘You told him you were a friend of mine, and—’

  Royce nodded. ‘I did. What’s wrong with that?’

  ‘Apart from the fact that it’s a complete and utter lie, you mean?’

  He nodded. ‘Apart from that.’

  ‘What you don’t know is that Steve is insanely jealous—to the point of being completely paranoid.’ His paranoia had become so bad that she’d had to walk on eggshells all the time. ‘All I had to do was talk to a man and Steve thought we were having an affair. And if a guy so much as looked at me Steve was ready to beat him to a pulp.’

  ‘And how am I supposed to know that when you refused point-blank to discuss it with me?’ he flung at her, but without his earlier aggression.

  Shara tossed her head. ‘I didn’t want to discuss it any more than I wanted you interfering. But it’s too late for that. You’ve already stuck your oar in and muddied the water.’ She dragged in a breath. ‘Telling him that we’re friends has probably given him completely the wrong idea.’

  Again, Royce nodded. ‘If it’s any consolation, you’re right. He accused us of sleeping together.’

  Shara gasped, lifting her hands to her cheeks. ‘Oh, no! That’s terrible. Just terrible.’

  ‘Why is it terrible?’

  ‘Are you mad?’ she gasped. ‘Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve said?’

  He shook his head. ‘No, I’m not mad. I’m perfectly sane. And, yes, I’ve listened to everything you’ve told me.’

  ‘Then surely it’s obvious why I’m so upset?’ Her mouth twisted. ‘Steve won’t like the idea of me being with someone else, that’s why! Even if it isn’t true.’