Pleasure to have you here, Miss Jarrett

Miguel was surprised at the position of things.

Her Jeep was sideways, half on the road, half off. She knelt behind one of the rear tires, and was peering underneath the car.

At the sound of his car pulling alongside hers, she glanced up, then stood.Brushing off her hands, she stuck them into the front pockets of her jeans.

Her pink cotton T-shirt was smudged with dust across her breasts, and he struggled to keep his eyes on her face.

How much he'd missed that body he couldn't wait to devour on bed.

She watched him approach, her manner contrite, almost demure, a side of her he hadn’t seen before.

The corners of her mouth tipped upward, a proper damsel-in-distress smile.

Hesitant, but welcoming. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair tumbled in soft curls around her face and shoulders.

Damn if she didn’t look appealing, he thought, which only increased his irritation.

“Morning,” she greeted him.

He nodded. “What’s the problem?”

“Rear brakes locked up on me when I came around the curve.” She pointed to the skid marks on the road. “Lucky for me I spun into the shoulder when I slammed on the brakes.”

Damn lucky, Miguel thought and hunkered down to look under the rear of the car. The rear brakes had locked up; he could still smell the smoke.

The drop-off at this point in the mountain was high and straight down. If she hadn’t spun sideways into the shoulder—Ten more feet, and the Jeep, with Cara in it, would have gone over the edge.

The image of her at the bottom of the cliff, still in the Jeep, had Miguel’s fists clenching.

Hands on her knees, she bent beside him. He caught her scent, raspberries again, felt the warmth of her skin radiate in velvet waves over his body.

When her arm accidentally brushed his shoulder, he felt as if he’d been sucker punched. It took him a moment to catch him breath before he stood.

“I’m going to push it out of the road,” he said more roughly than he intended. “Get in and steer.”

She jumped into the driver’s seat, and he dug his heels into the asphalt and pushed. The Jeep was barely off the road when a black Explorer whipped around the curve and spun directly toward them.

He opened his mouth to yell for Cara to jump when the Explorer straightened, then slid to a halt.

Miguel was swearing under his breath as the driver, a stocky, gray-haired man wearing a fishing cap, stepped out of the car.

“Good God, we almost hit you folks.” The driver’s voice held a mixture of apology and fear. “You all right?”

“Fine,” Miguel ground out, watched as the passenger, a twenty-something blond man in sunglasses, came around the car.

“Car trouble?” the driver asked.

Cara moved beside Miguel. “Brakes.”

“Name’s Wexler. Bill Wexler.” The driver held out his hand to Miguel. “My son, Paul, and I are renting one of the cabins by the lake. Say—” Bill grinned at Cara “—you were in the rental office the day we got into town. Nice to see you again.”

Cara smiled at Bill, but Miguel’s attention was directed at Paul, who was staring a little too long and a little too hard at Cara.

“Can we give you a lift?” Bill looked at Cara. “We were just going into town for supplies.”

Cara opened her mouth, but Miguel took a step forward and shook his head. “Thanks, but I’ve got the situation under control.”

Miguel felt Cara’s eyes on him, but for once the woman knew when to keep quiet. Even after the two men had returned to their car and driven away, she was still staring in stunned silence.

He turned abruptly and faced her. “What?”

“You had the perfect opportunity to get rid of me just now. But you didn’t.”

When a soft smile touched her tempting lips, he felt his body respond. Grinding his teeth, he turned on his heels and headed for his truck.

“Don’t make me wish I had,” he said and climbed into the car.

She climbed after him with a grin. This man really very crazy and he can't get rid of her now even though he was acting though that he would.

"Where to?" She asked as the car roared on, on the dustry road.

His eyes was stern. "Tell me. What happened to your face and when you left five years ago—"

"I had a plastic surgery" she told him without holding back. Bella figured out she won't be helping herself by hiding things from him. "Dad sent alot of men after me when I ran away. I don't want to be his puppet anymore and that's why I done it"

Miguel didn't say anything for a long time. His eyes directly on the road and when he finally stopped the truck before Ross' home.

He grabbed her jaw again. "Good that you changed your face. I really don't want to see the old Bella anymore"

"Why?" She breathed.

"Because I can never forget that betrayal. I was able to cope now because this is not the face that betrayed me" he said before leaning in and kissed her lips. "Bella Trump. Even with another face, our.bidy connected well"

She was about to grab him and kiss him back but Ross and Edison are already outside. They both came out of the car.

Ross was surprised that Miguel came with the talkative again. "A pleasure to have you here, Miss Jarrett?" He greeted.

Putting on the best of her voice, Bella offered her hand and his kissed the back of it.

She faced Miguel again, "Baby. I'm going in. Catch up with your friends"

Then she goes into the house where other ladie
s including the bride and everyone are.

This is the end of it all. The end or pretences.