‘Park it as far away as possible,’ Guy said, sounding nervous.

‘Okay. I was just teasing. I might even find a tarpaulin. I’ll collect you tomorrow at nine, then. With or without chook poo.’

‘Fine,’ he said. He turned away. But then he hesitated.

‘Thank you for tonight,’ he said. ‘And we really will give Kylie a great wedding.’

‘I know we will.’ She trusted him, she thought. She wasn’t sure why, but she did.

But suddenly she didn’t trust herself.

She should get into the driver’s seat, she told herself. Guy needed to walk away.

But then…and why, she didn’t know…it was as if things changed. The night changed.

‘Jenny?’ he said uncertainly.

‘I know,’ she said, but she didn’t know anything. Except that he was going to kiss her and she was going to let him.

She could have pulled back. He was just as uncertain as she was-or maybe he was just as certain.

He dropped his holdall. Moving very slowly, he reached out and caught her hands, tugging her towards him. She allowed herself to be tugged. Maybe she didn’t need his propulsion.

‘Thank you for dinner,’ he said, and she thought, He’s making this seem like a fleeting kiss of courtesy. Though both of them knew it was no such thing.

‘You’re welcome,’ she whispered.

His lips brushed hers, a feather touch-a question and not an answer.

‘You’re very welcome,’ she said again as he drew back-and suddenly she was being kissed properly, thoroughly, wonderfully.

She’d forgotten…or maybe she’d never known this heat. This feeling of melting into a man and losing control, just like that. There was warmth spreading throughout her limbs. A lovely, languorous warmth that had her feeling that her world was changing, right there and then, and it could never be the same again.

She kissed him back, demanding as much as he was demanding of her. Tasting him. Savouring the feel of his wonderful male body under her hands. Guy Carver…