“Why don’t you meet with this lawyer and see what he has to say?” The words stuck in her craw but she knew there was no other way.
She’d sensed a softer side beneath the arrogant lawyer’s polished exterior and she hoped he might have an ounce of decency in his supercilious bones. Anything was worth a shot at this late stage.
Her father nodded. “I had every intention of meeting with him. Why did you shoo him away?”
She shrugged, remembering the toe-curling kiss and the feel of his rock-hard chest beneath her hands. She’d needed to get rid of him before she did something even stupider like take him back to her caravan. “Guess he rubbed me up the wrong way.”
If her dad only knew how she’d reacted to the sexy lawyer and the exact ways he’d rubbed her.
Her dad tweaked her nose, making her feel ten years old. “You’re too fiery for your own good.”
She thrust her chin up. “No guy gets the better of me, Dad. You know that.”
He chuckled. “Someday, some man with enough guts is going to come along and give you a mighty big shake-up. mark my words.”
“You’re the only man in my life worth worrying about.” She squeezed his hand, trying to ignore the image of a cocky lawyer with slate-grey eyes. He didn’t rate a mention, let alone a passing thought.
Now all she had to do was believe it.
* * *
Before leaving the carnival, Steve decided to take a look around. He prided himself on being prepared for every deal he handled and in this instance, he didn’t think reading a bunch of reports would cut it.
He’d taken on this deal for his boss, Jeff Byrne. Jeff knew the owner of the large theme park next door, Water World, who had called in a favour and requested Byrne and Associates represent his company in the takeover of an ‘insignificant’ competitor.
So here he was on the Gold Coast, keen to finalise matters and return to his harbour-side apartment, his yacht and his latest conquest, all waiting for him in civilised Sydney. He’d never liked the glitz of the Gold Coast, preferring the class of a large city.
As if on cue, he caught sight of Amber’s gypsy-clad figure in the crowd, reminding him of some of the Coast’s hidden attractions. As she stopped to recapture a stray balloon for some children, he watched the way the sun glinted off the blonde mane that hung halfway down her back.
Okay, so the Gold Coast wasn’t all bad.
She looked up as he approached her, her expression far from welcoming. “What are you still doing here?”
“Thought I’d take a look around.”
“Why? Moving in for the kill?” She thrust her chin up as if daring him to argue.
Though he’d enjoyed their war of words earlier, he decided to cut her some slack. After all, he’d probably feel the same way if someone threatened to take away his livelihood. “I’m here to broker a deal. That’s it.”
“Do you have any idea what this place means to us?” Her eyes narrowed and she blinked several times, quickly.
He caught the sheen in her eyes. Surely he hadn’t made the firebrand cry?
“Why don’t you show me?”
Great, he’d gone soft for the second time in his life. The only other time he’d relented was when one of his ex’s, Kara Roberts, had come crying on his shoulder about her boyfriend Matt Byrne, his one-time rival and current associate. Women’s tears left him helpless and uncomfortable, two feelings that didn’t sit well with him. It had been an experience he didn’t care to repeat.
So what was he doing, playing knight-in-shining-armour all over again to a woman he barely knew?
The glimmer of her smile was answer enough.
“Sure you want the grand tour?” She asked, her voice still a tad unsteady.
He inclined his head. “Lead the way.”
He traipsed after her, listening to the pride in her running commentary as she outlined the carnival’s features. Surprisingly, the operation ran smoother than he’d anticipated and the happiness on the employees’ faces seemed genuine enough. So why wasn’t it turning a profit? Did Colin Lawrence have a gambling habit or some other way of losing money for what appeared like a sound business?
“Why are you in trouble?” He’d brokered deals for worse places than this. Maybe something could be salvaged from the operation? And in the process, stop his enchanting tour guide from staring at him like he was a bogeyman.
She sighed, as her shoulders tensed. “We ran up a debt a few years ago and haven’t been able to recover since. Things have gone from bad to worse since the big boys joined the party.”
“You mean the other theme parks around here?” He knew of at least three major parks that drew the crowds in droves with their huge marketing campaigns.
She nodded. “Though we pride ourselves on old-fashioned quality, it isn’t enough anymore. We can’t afford to give away cars or free trips to our customers. All we can do is provide kids with a carnival experience, like days gone by.”
He glanced around, noting the merry-go-round with its restored, hand-painted horses, the apple bobbing, the food vendors selling fairy floss and hot dogs. She was right; he’d never seen a place like this except in the movies. And he’d come to tear it all down.
“Is there any way of saving it?”
“We’ve tried everything.” She turned away from him, as he glimpsed a gleam of tears again. “What do you care anyway? You’re on their side.” She gestured to her right, where he could see a monstrous water slide over the treetops.
He’d been accused of many things in his lifetime, mostly from opposition on deals they’d lost. None
