Under The Spaniard's Lock And Key - Plot & Excerpts
‘You can use the landline to leave that message about your change of plans.’ ‘My plans haven’t changed.’ Maggie found herself protesting to his back. She was presuming they were expected because as his feet hit the gravel people started to appear. Presumably, she thought sourly, to respond to the commands he was issuing—at command issuing he was definitely not an amateur. Maggie began to struggle with the car door, her spirits slightly buoyed because she realised that all she had to do was ask the hotel to send a taxi out to pick her up. She wasn’t stranded or reliant on Rafael. ‘Allow me.’ Of course the door opened smoothly for him. Maggie nodded her head in an attitude of cold courtesy. ‘Thank you.’ It was good to feel in control again—you wish. ‘Can you manage or shall I carry you again?’ Was that a joke? Maggie decided she didn’t want to know. She pushed away the memory of being held in his arms and waving a hand in a shooing gesture, snapped crankily, ‘I’ve told you I’m fine.’ Catching sight of her reflection in the wing mirror, she realised that she did not look fine.
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