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Hide Your Heart: A New Zealand Small Town Romance (Sexy New Zealand Beach Romance Far North Book 1)

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by Tracey Alvarez


  Unless that woman was hiding something. Or hiding from someone.

  She angled her body toward Drew. “You can go and get a muffin now; they should be cool enough to eat.”

  “Yummy, blueberry.”

  The kid slipped past his mother and vanished inside. The delicious aroma of just-out-of-the-oven baking finally registered from nose to brain, but he refused to be distracted.

  “Listen, are you—?” He hesitated. Delicacy and tact were not among his strong suits.

  Lauren’s chin jumped up, but she remained silent. Her hazel gaze sparred with his, daring him to continue. It wasn’t his business, as she was bound to point out, but screw it—the kid screaming from a nightmare about his daddy last night? He’d ask, just the same.

  “Are you in any danger from Drew’s father?”

  ***

  The question deleted every coherent thought in Lauren’s head and she blinked at him. Repeatedly.

  Like an imbecile.

  During Nate’s deliberate pause, she’d leaped to the conclusion he was asking about her marital status. Apparently, her current availability wasn’t on his mind. Though after Drew’s outburst, a man of Nate’s profession would naturally be curious. She should tell him to butt out of her business. But avoidance would only challenge him to dig deeper.

  “Drew’s father and I are divorced, and he’s since remarried.” Her lowered gaze settled on her empty ring finger where an ostentatious cluster of diamonds once nestled. “He lives in the States.”

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “We’re in no danger from his father.”

  Not anymore.

  The familiar weight of shame swamped her. She’d been so weak, and hiding them both from the world in order to feel safe was her penance.

  He retreated a step and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “I’d planned to give your car a tow, but since there’s no one here to drive…”

  The awareness of how near he’d been standing prickled her scalp, and she sucked in a breath, catching the hint of pine-scented soap from his skin.

  “Your car’s automatic; I can handle it.”

  With Todd not due until this afternoon—or knowing him, the next day—the idea of having her car back in her garage was tempting enough to overcome her desire to keep her distance.

  “You want to drive my Range Rover?”

  “I’ve got a current driver’s license.” She failed to prevent an eye roll. “I could probably outdrive you on this or any road.”

  The corner of his mouth twitched. “Says the woman who ended up stuck in a ditch.”

  “A freakish accident.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Java padded across the deck and flopped down in a puddle of sunlight, frightening a chattering fantail out of the lush grapevine below.

  “I know my way around cars. I do it for a living.”

  “You drive cars for a living?”

  “No, Todd and I restore them. Classic cars, that is.”

  “Really?”

  The disbelief in his tone made her shoulder blades twitch, and she jerked them back. “You’re archaic enough to think women can’t be mechanics?”

  His grin, startlingly white against his tanned skin, affected her in ways she didn’t want to examine too closely.

  “I’ve never met a female mechanic who could be a model.”

  The acerbic comment she’d been about to hurl disintegrated on her tongue. Was he playing her? Had he guessed a “wash n’ wear”, medium-brown dye covered her natural shade of ash blonde? That cheap denim shorts and a cotton blouse disguised a body New York designers once coveted?

  Lauren stared at him. Like an imbecile. Again.

  “Want one?”

  Drew’s voice snapped her attention down to her side. He held out a plump muffin.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Nate accepted the treat and with his other hand pulled a keychain from his pocket. “You think you can help tow your car out of the ditch?”

  Her son hooked an arm around her thigh. “Maybe.”

  “Perhaps you can lift it out with one hand, like Superman?”

  Drew’s cheek shifted into a smile. “I’m not as strong as Superman.”

  Nate winked. “Not yet. In a few years, you’ll give him a run for his money.”

  “Go grab your jacket and gumboots.” Lauren peeled Drew’s arms off her leg and ruffled his hair.

  She glanced at Nate’s left hand as he bit into the muffin. Bare. No fine strip of pale skin on the third finger either.

  Oh for God’s sake, Lauren.

  But she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “You’re good with kids. Have you got any?”

  His eyebrow quirked up as he swallowed, the corded muscles surrounding his Adam’s apple flexing. “My biography has been covered by every women’s magazine in the country since I got suckered in to that stupid New Zealand’s Bachelor of the Year thing.”

  “I don’t read those kinds of magazines.”

  His other eyebrow rose to mirror the first, screaming “cynical.”

  She wanted him to believe her. “It’s true. Give me an article on brake pads over boob jobs any day. I only recognized your name and face from flicking through my sister-in-law’s coffee-table book. Your photos are…interesting.”

  If her hands weren’t gripping the crutch handles, she would’ve smacked herself upside the head. Interesting? Nate’s photos blasted interesting into oblivion.

  Provoking. Fascinating. Heart-wrenching. Enthralling.

  Couldn’t she have uttered a more original adjective than interesting?

  “Thanks. I think.” He chuckled and licked a crumb off his finger. “For the record, I don’t have kids. I’m not married or in a relationship, and I’m not gay either.”

  He released another devastating grin and turned away, then tossed over his shoulder, “In case you were wondering.”

  Her mouth dropped open as he strolled off the deck. “I’ll wait in the car. Interesting muffin, by the way.”

  ***

  Sprained ankle or not, Lauren drove the Range Rover back like a semi-pro rally driver. If she did say so herself. Leaving Nate and her station wagon at the driveway fork, Lauren parked outside her house and flung open the door. Even the car smelled like him—fresh pine and the faintest trace of male cologne.

  Another engine rumbled in the distance. Lauren slid out and released Drew from his car seat then crutch-hopped across the lawn to greet Todd’s battered ute as it coasted to a halt.

  Her brother launched his six-foot-three bulk out of the truck. “What the hell happened to you?” Todd’s gaze scoured the area as he loped over to her. “And whose car is that?”

  Lauren quickly explained how she’d come to sprain her ankle and how their new neighbor had helped them get home, but the scowl never left her brother’s face.

  “I’m gonna check him out.” He glared down toward her three-bay garage, which doubled as their workshop.

  Kathy and their eight-year-old daughter, Sophie, climbed out of the truck. Drew squealed and wrapped his arms around his cousin’s waist, and she immediately picked him up, settling him on her hip.

  Lauren laughed and shook her head. “Sophie, he’s too heavy.”

  Sophie turned her melted chocolate eyes to Lauren and grinned. “Nah, he doesn’t weigh as much as the bags of kumara Dad makes me carry.”

  “Can we go inside and have a muffin?” Drew twisted around and gave Lauren his best beguiling look.

  “Just one,” she agreed.

  Drew slithered out of Sophie’s arms and the two of them raced for the house.

  Kathy strolled over to stand beside Lauren. “Maybe you should come stay with us, teina.”

  Lauren squeezed her sister-in-law’s hand, drawing comfort from her warm fingers squeezing back.

  “You’re still too bloody skinny; that’s why your ankle popped so easy.” Kathy lifted and rotated her flip-flop clad foot. “Now, stay with us a couple of nig
hts and eat some decent kai, and I’ll have your scrawny legs fattened up like mine in no time.”

  “It’d be more than my legs fattening up if I eat too much of your wonderful kai.”

  Kathy slipped an arm around Lauren’s waist. “A man needs something to hold on to—whoa, now. That’s our new neighbor?”

  Nate climbed the stairs at the far end of Lauren’s deck.

  Todd, bare feet braced wide apart and calf muscles bunching rock hard under his board shorts, boomed out, “You’re the city slicker who bought Mac’s place?”

  Once an easy-going surfer carving out a laid-back lifestyle with his Maori wife and little girl, Todd had changed. Something fundamental had shifted in his attitude when Lauren had returned broken from New York.

  “Go calm down your man before he hurts someone.” Lauren poked her crutch at the two men facing off.

  Todd’s biceps bulged as he crossed his arms, and Nate had his thumbs hooked in his belt, a casual stance, but one that also said, “Bring it on.”

  “Oh, I dunno.” Kathy tilted her chin and chuckled. “Fella looks like he’d give as good as he’d get.”

  Though Todd was slightly taller and carried more muscle bulk, restrained power shimmered in every calculated movement Nate made as he leaned against the house and sized up Lauren’s older brother.

  “Toddy—play nice with the new boy,” Kathy yelled, jogging across the grass and onto the deck.

  Lauren crutch-hopped behind her and puffed to a halt beside Todd. Kathy tugged her husband back a step and beamed at Nate, while Lauren blurted out the introductions. Afterward, Nate smiled and shook hands with Kathy, then extended his hand to Todd.

  Todd hesitated until Lauren delivered a sharp pinch to his thigh.

  “Shake hands and stop acting like the schoolyard bully,” she muttered.

  “Ow, sis. Jeez, go easy.” He rubbed his leg but poked out his hand with a grimaced smile and a “women…what can you do?” eye roll.

  “Now that we’re all mates, I’ll put on the kettle.” Kathy glanced behind her as she went inside.

  Lauren followed Kathy’s gaze to the empty trailer on the back of Todd’s truck. Her stomach tightened. “Where’s the Camaro you were supposed to pick up?”

  Todd draped a thick arm across her shoulder. “Ah, yeah. Here’s the thing. The deal fell through.”

  Fell through? Restoring the Camaro should’ve taken them through the Christmas period well into the New Year. “What? Why?”

  “We showed up at the guy’s doorstep, and his old lady’s bawling—said he’d been arrested and all his assets frozen.”

  Lauren limped to a deck chair and lowered herself into it, never taking her eyes from Todd’s hound-dog expression.

  “Something’ll come up,” he said.

  “Two and a half weeks before Christmas?”

  Unlikely. Nobody was hiring casual laborers this time of the year. God, what was Todd going to do? Almost all her savings from modeling was invested in her house and land. She and Drew lived frugally enough that this wouldn’t hit her finances too hard. Todd, however, had a mortgage and a family to support.

  “Of course something’ll come up—”

  “Work for me.” Nate interrupted, his deep voice shattering the strained silence.

  Both she and Todd swiveled toward him.

  Lauren managed to speak first. “Work for you?”

  Nate nodded.

  Todd shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Fixing Mac’s place? You gonna live there?”

  Nate walked to the deck’s fenced edge and looked out over the rolling hills of native bush. “No. I have a buyer who plans to turn it into a top-notch celebrity resort, but the homestead is worse off than I’d been led to believe.”

  “You didn’t eyeball it first?” asked Todd.

  “Old Mac was a friend of my granddad’s. I visited him about five years ago, and the house wasn’t so bad then.”

  “Mac’s grandson never cared a penny for his granddad’s place,” Lauren said.

  “He spent a few pennies painting the roof so it’d look good in the photos he sent.” Nate turned back to Todd’s wry grin.

  “Slippery SOB that Tom MacPherson.”

  “Buck stops with me. I should’ve inspected the property.” Nate rubbed his thumb across his top lip. “No one in town is taking on new jobs, and your name cropped up. I need someone with building experience and who pays attention to detail.”

  “Why do you think I’m your guy?”

  “I saw the Cadillac in your workshop while I was parking Lauren’s car. Your work, I presume?”

  Todd shook his head. “The Caddy is Lauren and our dad’s baby.”

  Lauren fumbled with her crutches and lurched out of the chair. “You snooped through our workshop?”

  “It’s a beautiful machine, and I’m naturally curious.”

  “Nosy, more like it.” Photojournalist or reporter, she couldn’t let her guard down.

  “Where do you drive it around here?” Nate said.

  “I don’t.”

  A car like this is for driving, sweetpea—soon as she’s mint, you and I will cruise the Bays. Though the heart attack had taken him when she was fourteen, her father’s voice played through her head with excruciating clarity.

  Lauren swallowed and met Nate’s gaze. “We use it to show prospective clients.”

  Todd moved to stand beside her, glancing over his shoulder at Kathy whistling in the kitchen. “Back to this job offer.”

  “But…” Lauren said. Todd couldn’t seriously consider working for this man, could he? Actually helping him get the property ready for some fancy-pants developer? She’d been so careful, so diligent in keeping her and Drew away from the voracious eye of the media. And here was Nate, planning to bring a pack of paparazzi right next door.

  Todd cut her a glance, tiny beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. But oh, dammit, her brother really did need the cash.

  Hands on hips, she lifted her chin. “Bottom line. How much will you pay him?”

  “Now he knows I’m desperate,” Todd added with a twist of his lips.

  “My deadline’s February first, when Martin Davis arrives for an inspection. If it’s not completed to his requirements, the deal’s off.” Nate named a dollar figure and laid out the terms.

  Todd’s bushy eyebrows shot up. “That’s very generous. Lauren?”

  She knew what he asked. Even though he was only six years her senior, her big brother couldn’t help but try to take care of her and everyone else in his immediate circle. Todd needed this job, but she needed Nate to sell to someone other than Martin Davis. Talk about being hamstrung. Hamstrung—but unable to deny Todd this opportunity.

  “Looks like you’ve got your Christmas miracle.”

  The charming grin Nate directed her way promised the kind of treats most women would kill to find in their beds on Christmas morning. Luckily, she wasn’t most women—past experience having taught her charming men were the most dangerous of all.

  Chapter 3

  Kathy passed Lauren a mug of tea as the rumble of the Range Rover’s engine faded, replaced with Sophie and Drew’s shouts as they kicked a ball around the lawn.

  “He seems like a nice enough fella, regardless of all the gossip about him.” Kathy passed another mug to Todd.

  He reached for a muffin and she smacked his hand.

  “And,” she added, “he can’t be half-bad if he’s offered good money for you to swing a hammer, love.”

  Todd filched a muffin the moment Kathy turned her back and stuffed a huge chunk in his mouth. He then tossed the last quarter to Java, who snapped it out of mid-air. “What are you on about, woman? He’s just some photographer, isn’t he?”

  “Photojournalist,” Lauren mumbled.

  Knowing him for less than twenty-four hours, she still couldn’t visualize him in a studio, fussing with family portraits and wailing babies. She remembered his description of a photojournalist. Nate wasn’t a noun, e
ither; he was one intense verb.

  She sat straighter, glanced at her sister-in-law who was sipping her tea with a smug smile. Nothing happening in town—or anywhere else in the world of entertainment—got past Kathy Taylor and her five sisters.

  Kathy relented and set her mug down with a sigh. “I can’t believe you don’t know who Nate Fraser is. His photo book’s on our bookshelf—Louisa bought it for us last Christmas.”

  Comprehension dawned on her brother’s face. “Oh, that book. He takes some good pictures…So why’s he interested in Mac’s place?”

  “To get away from the scandal he left behind in the city, perhaps.”

  Todd leaned forward. “Scandal?”

  Apprehension, like fine tendrils of chilled spider silk, alighted on Lauren’s bare arms, and she shivered.

  Kathy took another sip of her tea, obviously milking the moment. “Remember that actress, Savannah Payne? She moved back to N.Z last year. She’s on that High Rollers show I like and you hate?”

  “The one with the most bodacious rack—?”

  Kathy turned a cool eye on her husband. He shrank into his chair and ducked behind his cup.

  “That’s her. According to my online sources, she and Nate were in a bar six months ago having a drink. Then Savannah’s husband shows up, and a fight breaks out. Nate gave him a couple of black eyes and a split lip. There was speculation they were carrying on behind hubby’s back—not a good look for one of the New Zealand’s Bachelor of the Year finalists.”

  Todd lowered the mug and looked from his wife to Lauren. “For real?”

  Kathy nodded, her wild brown curls bouncing. “Yep, and not much later, Savannah’s off to the States and got herself a quickie divorce.”

  Lauren wrapped her fingers around the mug’s warmth. For all his size and the restless strength lurking beneath his controlled exterior, she couldn’t reconcile the man who’d been so gentle with Drew with the man who’d supposedly attacked another without provocation.

  The sharp nip of fear bit her yesterday at their first meeting, but did he frighten her now? She studied the wisps of steam rising from the tea. Nate disturbed her, and up close, he electrified all her senses. But physical fear? Oddly, no. He didn’t stir that emotion inside her.

 

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