her tongue。 〃You shouldn't be here。 Get out！〃
A coarse laugh filtered through the sounds of the storm。 〃Ah； having
second thoughts； are you？ Reneging on your little deal so fast？〃
Anne slid backward on the floor。 〃I think there's been a
misunderstanding。〃
〃Right in one！ I don't know who you are； but I don't want you or any
other woman up here。 So〃…he lowered his voice but failed to relax his
jaw…〃I'd suggest you pick up your little carcass and get out。〃
Anne was incredulous。 〃I will not。〃 Her eyes didn't leave his for a
second； though she inched farther away。
Suddenly he was crouched before her； steel…muscled shins imprisoning
hers and making movement impossible。 〃What did you say？〃
Willing a strength she didn't feel； Anne held his gaze。 〃I said that I
wouldn't leave。 I'm here for the week。 If anyone is leaving； it's you。
Now！〃
She practically shrieked the last。 Between frustration and fear； she was
losing posure。
But her order had the opposite effect。 The man moved forward； resting
his weight on his right hand； on the hard floor inches from her hip。 〃So
this is a new kind of game；〃 he taunted。
〃I don't know what you're talking about；〃 she said； but her voice fell
to a whisper when his face came closer。 〃This is no game。〃
Lit by the pale orange cast of the fire； his lips were firm and grinning
wryly。 His eyes narrowe