Chapter 73

She rose to her feet and gathered the cutlery and glasses, then carried them through to the

kitchen.

David followed, and she heard him locking the outer doors and setting the security alarm.

It was a simple task to load the dishwasher, and she had just finished when he entered the room.

He looked over all the powerful masculine: dark trousers, light tan skin, dark hair, in stark contrast to the white shirt. Tall, he almost seemed overpowering, and, while she craved his touch, there was a part of her that cried out against any sexual defeat.

She watched as he dispatched food down the waste disposal unit, then dropped empty

containers into the pedal bin before washing and drying his hands. In silence, he turned and

caught hold of her hand, leading her through to the lounge, and then he selected a slow song.

Soft music emanated from the speakers and Anna looked at him speechlessly as he drew her into

his arms.

Crazy, she thought, as he pulled her close against him and began to drift slow