Chapter 38
Charlie watched Karl’s face as they drove through the gate into Balleroo National Park, studying his profile. She liked the way his lightly tanned skin blended with his head of sandy blond hair. Sun had bleached the tips, giving him highlights, like a male model might have in a magazine. Karl took his eyes off the road and turned to smile at her. Those compelling slate-grey eyes contrasted with his fair complexion. He looked like he could read her mind.
She’d fallen hard for Karl. The man was in a class of his own, a different breed. There was the physical attraction, of course, but it was more than that. She loved the sexy hint of an accent in his voice, the clipped consonants and oddly formal rhythm of his speech. It conjured up images of exotic places and faraway lands. But
