Free The Man Every Woman Wants by Miranda Lee Page A

qualities which pulls the wool over the eyes of most women. It’s only the once-bitten, eyes-wide-open females like myself who recognise that charm like yours is just so much hogwash.’
    He laughed a very dry laugh. ‘And there I was, thinking you were starting to truly warm to me.’
    â€˜In your dreams, Ryan. Now concentrate on the road, please. We’re coming into Cessnock. I’ll direct you from here. It’s a bit tricky getting through the town and out onto the right road.’
    He took her directions without a hitch, and they were soon through the old mining town and turning onto the road which would take them to their destination.
    â€˜Not too fast along here,’ she warned him as he whizzed along what probably looked to him a very straight, very good road. ‘After all the rain we’ve had lately, there’ll be a lot of potholes.’
    Ryan slowed appreciably, which allowed him to take his eyes off the road occasionally to study the countryside.
    â€˜This is a very pretty area, Laura.’
    It was pretty, she conceded, with lots of rolling hills and trees and well-looked-after properties, not all of which were vineyards. Tourism had spawned quite a few plush resorts to cater for holiday makers who enjoyed wine-tasting tours, plus five-star food and accommodation. It was also a popular place to retire to, with several new villages for the over-fifties who wanted to enjoy country living without the hassle of having to do too much work.
    â€˜I guess my view is jaundiced by my not being happy living here.’
    â€˜Just as your view of men is jaundiced by your not having been happy with one.’
    Laura’s teeth clenched down hard in her jaw.
    â€˜We all have jaundiced memories, Ryan,’ she countered coolly. ‘I dare say you have some of your own.’
    How right you are, sweetheart , Ryan thought with a mixture of annoyance and admiration. She gave as good as she got. But shooting back poisoned darts must get exhausting. He couldn’t wait until they got to her place and she would be forced to behave herself. Maybe even be sweet to him. The mind boggled at how she would handle it when he put his arms around her. Maybe even kissed her. Just for appearance’s sake, of course. Even so, his heartbeat quickened at the thought.
    â€˜How far to go now?’ he asked.
    â€˜Less than a kilometre. Take the next road on your right.’
    It was a wider road, recently tarred and with no rough edges or potholes, which he commented on.
    â€˜There’s been a lot of development along this road,’ Laura explained. ‘Several new wineries and a brand-new golf resort built on the land Uncle Bill sold them. We’re just coming to that now on your right.’
    â€˜Wow!’ Ryan exclaimed. ‘That’s some golf course.’
    â€˜It’s not just a golf course, it’s an estate as well. If you buy a house there you get automatic membership to the golf club. But it’ll cost you at least a million. Crafty old Uncle Bill made sure a life membership to the club came with the land deal. He’s crazy about golf. I suppose you are, too. Most sporty men are.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t say I’m crazy about the game, but I like it well enough. To be honest, you have to be able to play golf when you’re in the sport-management business. You’ve no idea how many deals I’ve negotiated on a golf course, especially at the nineteenth hole.’
    Laura frowned over at him. ‘I thought there were only eighteen holes?’
    Ryan smiled. ‘I see you don’t play golf. The nineteenth hole is the golf club.’
    â€˜Oh, silly me. Slow down a bit; our driveway’s coming up. There…’ Laura pointed a finger to a spot just ahead. ‘Between those two gum trees. You won’t have to stop, the gates are always left open.’
    â€˜I can’t see any house,’ Ryan said, glancing around as he