Although the Mwurandans were lovely people on the whole, there had been a few unpleasant incidents recently, and it was safer to err on the side of caution.
âI canât raise him, Claire. Iâll keep trying but at the moment I canât get a reply.â
Lola came back on the line. Claire frowned when she heard what the other woman said. âMaybe his radioâs down. Some of the sets are on their last legs, so that could be the problem.â
âCould be. Anyway, youâll be driving back along the same route, wonât you, so you should pass him on the way.â
âI suppose so. Thanks, Lola.â Claire switched off the radio and stowed it under the seat then turned to Jude, trying not to let him see that she was concerned about what might have happened to the truck. âWeâd better make a move. Thereâs no point hanging around here. The driver will just have to bed down in the plane if itâs too late for him to drive back to town tonight.â
She straddled the scooter and started the engine then looked round when she realised that he hadnât moved. âAre you coming or not?â
âDo I have a choice?â He sighed as he swung his leg over the seat. âItâs either a ride on this contraption or a night in the hold. Not much of a choice really, is it?â
âWhat did you expect? A chauffeur-driven limousine?â Claire retorted, letting out the clutch. The motorbike bucked as the gears engaged and she heard him swear as he grabbed hold of her around the waist.
âDo you have a licence for this thing?â he demanded, leaning forward so she could hear him above the roar of the engine.
Claire gripped the handlebars, her heart pounding as she felt the weight of his body pressing against her back. It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man and the memories it evoked werenât pleasant ones, either. It was all she could do to behave with apparent calm as they set off. âNo, I donât have a licence as it happens. However, Iâve not had an accident yet, so you should be safe enough.â
She increased their speed as they left the airfield, weaving her way around the potholes that peppered the road, and felt Judeâs grip on her tighten.
âYou really know how to reassure a guy, donât you?â
âI try,â Claire retorted.
She skirted around a particularly large hole, grinning to herself when she heard his breath hiss out as the rear wheel clipped the edge. Maybe it wasnât a kind thing to do but she had to admit that it felt good to be in control. She had a feeling that Jude Slater rarely allowed other people to order him about and she may as well make the most of it while she could. Once they were back at the hospital, she was going to do as she had said and steer well clear of him. It wouldnât be a hardship. From what she had seen so far, he was more trouble than he was worth!
CHAPTER TWO
T HEY DROVE FOR almost a quarter of an hour in silence. Claire suspected that it was a combination of the noise from the engine plus a fear of her driving which was keeping Jude quiet, not that she was sorry, of course. When he suddenly leant forward she had to steel herself not to react as she felt the solid length of his body pressing against her back.
âWhatâs that over there? Is it the missing truck?â
Claire slowed so that she could look at where he was pointing and felt her stomach sink when she spotted the truck partly hidden by some trees. All their vehicles were old and riddled with rust which was why the truck had blended so perfectly into the background; in fact, she wouldnât have noticed it if Jude hadnât pointed it out.
âIt looks like it,â she agreed, bringing the motorbike to a halt at the side of the road. She kept the engine idling while she looked around, but there was no sign of movement from what she could see. The area appeared to be