Chapter 12

What could she say in her own defense? He was searching for whatever whip he could lay his hands on in order to thrash her, and she could not blame him entirely.

‘I’ve had a tough day, Stephan,’ she said coolly, her glance unwavering even while her hands clutched at the backrest of the chair in front of her to steady her trembling body. ‘Do you think you could explain the reason for this visit?

He hooked his thumbs in the pocket of his denims, and he came closer to her, giving her the almost forgotten feeling that she had shrunk from average height to the size of a dwarf. Her eyes were almost on a level with the deep V of his polo where the dark hair curled against his chest. It evoked haunting memories of leisure picnics at Sweet Water River, and of lying in his arms with her cheek resting against his warm skin.

Dear God! She must not think about the past! And above all, she must not think about what this man had once meant to her!

‘I want to know why you left Sea City,’ he demanded