Shattered Illusions. Anne Mather
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lips tightened. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said stiffly. ‘I always seem to be invading your space.’
‘It’s a free country,’ he responded carelessly, aware that her greeting had been less friendly than it might have been. Dammit, surely she wasn’t offended because he’d accosted her? He couldn’t believe she might be embarrassed by his half-naked state.
‘You’ve been swimming,’ she said, and it was more a statement than a question. She wanted to get away from him, he knew, but the courtesies had to be observed. Her formality amused him. It was such a refreshing change.
‘Mmm,’ he said, aware that he was studying her with rather more interest than he had done thus far. His first impressions of her had been too facile. There was intelligence, as well as perception, in her face.
And she had great legs, he noticed, his eyes dropping briefly below her waist. She’d found some shorts from somewhere, and the awful trousers had disappeared, revealing slender calves and neat ankles. Of course, they were not the sort of shorts he would have liked to see her wearing, he thought. With her waist, she didn’t need to resort to an elasticated band, and they were cotton instead of silk. But he could imagine how she would look in the alternative, with a matching silk vest, instead of the baggy cotton T-shirt she had on.
‘I was just going back,’ she murmured, the faint flush of heat that stained her throat revealing she was not unaware of his appraisal.
For someone used to working with men, she was very sensitive, he reflected. He couldn’t imagine any of the women of his acquaintance behaving that way. And she was a woman who had been prepared to leave her home and family, and take a job in completely alien surroundings, he appended as that beguiling trace of familiarity gripped him once again.
Dammit, did he know her? he wondered. Was that why she was regarding him as if he’d just crawled out from beneath the nearest stone? But no. Although he had been wary of her, she had shown no hostility towards him the first morning she was here, when he’d encountered her by the pool. On the contrary, it was he who had been suspicious of her motives. So what had happened since to cause her to change her mind?
Catriona?
‘You’re not going for a swim?’ he found himself saying now as she turned away, and her eyes darted disbelievingly to his face.
‘A swim?’
‘Why not?’ he countered, not quite knowing why he had suggested it himself. Except that he wanted to dispel the animosity she seemed to be exhibiting towards him. For some crazy reason, he resented her regarding him as her enemy. Whatever Catriona had said—and he guessed it must be something to do with their relationship—this woman had no reason to censure him.
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