Runaway Bride. Barbara Hannay
could have passed them in the night back in Gympie, or Hervey Bay.’
‘I take it you’re not a morning person,’ he said smoothly.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Okay, she was being snappy, but she was justified. Damon might think he was bullet proof, but they were supposed to be a team and he should have at least consulted her before deciding to drive all night.
‘I’m fine once I’ve had coffee.’
‘There should be a coffee shop coming up very soon.’
‘I still think I was making a valid point. Let me remind you, you’re not still in a war zone, Mr Cavello.’
‘I had noticed.’
‘That means we don’t need to take the risks you’re so fond of. I don’t fancy finding myself wrapped around a gum tree because you chose to drive all night.’
‘I was fine, Bella.’
‘That’s not the point. From now on, we make joint decisions. If we need to drive all night, I’ll be part of the decision making. I’m not just here for the ride, you know. I’ll do my share of the driving.’ ‘I hear you.’
Annoyed by his quiet, smug responses, Bella threw in her trump card. ‘And. As I said, it’s crazy to race pell-mell up the highway when we don’t know where our grandparents are. We’re supposed to be stopping along the way and making enquiries.’
‘The circumstances have changed.’
Gobsmacked, she stared at him. ‘How?’
‘Brenda Holmes rang from Greenacres. They’ve found a note from Violet.’
Bella’s jaw sagged. ‘You mean I slept through a phone call?’
‘Snored your head off.’
If he weren’t driving she would have hit him. ‘When were you going to tell me?’
‘When I could get a word in edgeways.’
The nerve of him to treat her like a sleeping child and then throw joking insults. Bella was sorely tempted to continue her lecture. But she supposed it would be water off a duck’s back. The man was a law unto himself. Already, she was beginning to regret her rash impulse to join him on this wild chase.
‘So where was this note?’ she asked primly. ‘And why did Brenda Holmes take so long to find it?’
‘It was stuck, or caught, under Violet’s neighbour’s doormat. Violet must have slipped it under the door in the middle of the night. She was probably fumbling around in the dark, and it went under the mat, as well. At any rate no one saw it till last night.’
‘And what did it say?’
‘Not as much as we might have hoped. But it seems there’s been some kind of emergency in Port Douglas, and Paddy was determined that he had to be there straight away. Violet lent him her car and apparently decided she couldn’t let him travel all that way on his own.’
Bella blinked as she assimilated this news. ‘But they might have driven to Brisbane and caught a plane.’
‘I doubt it. The driver at the servo was certain they were definitely heading north.’
‘That’s true, and I’ve just remembered that Paddy’s not supposed to fly. It’s something to do with his heart.’
She let out her breath with a whoosh. She hadn’t dreamed their grandparents were on some kind of mercy dash. It was such a long way for an elderly couple to drive. ‘Port Douglas is even farther north than Cairns.’
‘Exactly. That’s why I decided to keep going.’
‘I wonder what the emergency is.’ She was thinking aloud now, trying to remember if Paddy had talked about Port Douglas. She had a vague feeling he had mentioned it.
‘I think one of Paddy’s mates lives in Port Douglas. I remember Paddy talking about a fellow veteran from the Korean War.’
‘Can you remember his name?’
‘No.’ She sighed. ‘It might come to me, but I’m drawing blanks at the moment. Dad might know. I’ll call him later.’
At least she was feeling wide awake now. ‘You should let me drive, Damon. You must be worn out.’
‘We’ll have breakfast in Rockhampton and then you can take over.’ He shot her a wink. ‘Once you’ve had your coffee.’
At the thought of coffee and food her stomach growled. She’d barely touched her lunch yesterday and she hadn’t eaten dinner. ‘I’m starving.’
‘That’s a good sign.’
His smile was a glimpse of the old Damon. It was the smile she’d fallen in love with.
There weren’t too many eating places open at such an early hour, but they found a roadside café, popular with truckies, where a heavenly smell of coffee greeted them as soon as they pushed open the heavy glass door.
Once they’d placed their orders, Bella went to the bathroom and washed her face, freed her hair from its ponytail and gave it a good brushing. Foolishly, she wished she could leave it down. She felt more attractive and feminine with her hair bouncing about her shoulders.
You’re a flirtation-free zone.
She thought about the way Damon had smiled at her a few minutes ago. There’d been a silver spark of emotion in his grey eyes. And a warmth that had sent tiny thrills rippling all the way from her head to her toes. Once again, she’d found herself thinking about their past, remembering their kisses and the exact feel of his lips touching hers and the way she used to melt.
Stop it.
Hastily, she pulled her hair back beneath the tight elastic band and jammed on her cap. She should be remembering that Damon was trouble. Back in high school, her parents had forbidden her to see him again, and they’d been wise. Soon after, he’d left town and broken her heart.
That was what she should be remembering. She was glad she had that sorted before she returned to their table.
Coffee arrived, hot and delicious, and soon after that a massive plate of bacon and scrambled eggs with slices of hot buttered toast. Normally, Bella would be daunted by such a huge meal. This morning she was ravenous and tucked in hungrily.
So did Damon. In fact they were both so hungry, they barely talked.
But with food inside her, Bella felt more relaxed. As she buttered a second slice of toast she said, ‘I guess you’ve eaten a lot of interesting breakfasts in different parts of the world.’
‘Yeah.’ He smiled. ‘Like rancid meat and yak’s milk in Mongolia.’
‘Eeeeuuuwwww. I’m afraid I’d have to stay with less adventurous food like fried rice or crêpes.’
‘There’ve been plenty of those.’ Damon set down his coffee cup. ‘You’d probably love churros and hot chocolate.’
‘That does sound yummy. Where can you eat it for breakfast?’
‘In Spain.’
Bella pictured Damon in Spain, walking down an old cobbled street where pretty señoritas flashed their dark eyes at him. ‘Do you miss Aussie food?’ she asked quickly.
He laughed and shook his head. ‘Violet sends me food packages all the time.’
‘Good old Violet. I’m so relieved we know where they’re heading now, and we don’t have to stop and search along the way.’
‘It’s a relief to know they haven’t gone crazy,’ Damon said quietly.
‘Were you worried about that, too?’
‘I was when I first heard that Vi was missing. It