eyes. âNo, it isnât interesting. The last thing I need in my life is a Mediterranean macho man. Youâre not my type and Iâm certainly not yours.â
âYou donât know me well enough to make that judgement.â
âMaybe I donât want to know you.â She shoved at his chest but he didnât budge. âDinoâ¦â
Rambo growled low in his throat and Dino smiled and released her.
âI have more sense than to come between wolf-girl and her wolf.â He spoke quietly to Rambo in Italian and Meg felt her stomach flip because, although she wouldnât have admitted it in a million years, the words sounded so lyrical and sexy.
âHeâs protecting me.â
âI know. Heâs an excellent dog. But you donât need to be protected from me. Iâm not the enemy.â Not remotely afraid of the dog, Dino stroked Ramboâs head gently. âHeâs never growled at me before.â
âYouâve never pinned me to the car before.â She tried not to show how flustered she felt. It was as if his powerful body hadimprinted against hers. Even though heâd moved she could still feel it, hard and heavy. âHe growled at you because I pushed you and you didnât move. He was giving you a warning. Which makes two of us.â
âWill he let you give me a lift? I left my Lamborghini outside your cottage.â
âYou drove the Lamborghini in this weather?â Meg glanced at the ice and snow covering the road and then back at him in disbelief. There was a devilish gleam in his eyes and his face was breathtakingly handsome in the moonlight. âThe roads are lethal.â
âLike you, I love a challenge.â
And that was why he was dangerous. Like her, he loved the adrenaline rush. âIâm tempted to let you walk from here to the brunette who is probably waiting for you at home. The cold air will do you good.â
âNo one is waiting for me at home, Meg. And Iâm going to the hospital. Theyâre overstretched and I want to check on Harry.â
Feeling really stupid, Meg let out an exasperated breath. âYou see? Itâs things like that I find really infuriating! Just when Iâm ready to dismiss you as shallow you do something reallyâreallyâ¦â She floundered and then shrugged. âDecent. Go on. Get in before I change my mind. Rambo, donât eat him. Heâs going to help Harry. Thatâs the only reason weâre letting him live.â
Trying not to think about the moment when heâd almost kissed her, she drove her four-wheel drive down the narrow roads that led towards her cottage. âI canât believe you drove the Lamborghini.â
âI was at lunch, remember? With a woman.â
âSo the Lamborghini is an essential part of the Zinetti seduction technique?â For some reason it irritated her andshe changed gears viciously. âDo some women really fall for that?â
âAll of them. Could you slow down before you kill us both?â
âIâve driven these roads since I was a teenager. You must mix with some shallow women.â
âI do my best. You drive too fast, Meg.â
âComing from someone who owns a Lamborghini and a Ferrari, thatâs a bit rich. Donât tell meâyouâre such a chauvinist you hate being driven by a woman.â
Dinoâs fingers were gripping the seat. âI hate being driven by anyone.â
âThatâs because youâre a control freak.â
â Sì , I admit that. I like being the one in charge.â He glanced towards her, laughter in his eyes. âI like to be the one on top, so to speak.â
âWell, that confirms Iâm not your type, because I like to be the one on top, too.â Meg increased her speed, taking pleasure from his sudden indrawn breath. âTwo control freaks together is a recipe for disaster.â
âOr a recipe for