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241 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1984
Huffing and puffing, she matched pull with tug, until with one quick, sharp jerk, she flipped the fish out of the water... and right into Cameron Thorpe's face as he walked toward her down the slight hill.
"You have exquisite breasts."
She had to remember that he might dally with a pretty girl, but he wasn't about to ruin his chances of marrying an heiress. Especaily not with a woman he thought was a penniless historian.
"Cameron, don't," Delle was saying. "Honestly, you know I don't like being kissed so roughly. And you've mussed my dress!'' "It will press,'' he muttered.
"I see I wasn't the only one enjoying myself," she commented, staring pointedly at Delle's swollen mouth. "Of course, you two are engaged, aren't you?'' she added with rare venom and a cold smile. "Anything goes these days."
"Is he marrying her? Lately I've been having doubts." "You wouldn't if you'd seen them this morning," Merlyn muttered. Lila laughed softly. "Oh."
"About last night..." "Now, don't you worry," she said with a honeyed smile. "I understand perfectly that you wouldn't want me to get my hopes up just because you kissed me. Delle has gobs of money and I'm penniless." His chest rose and fell heavily, quickly.
"But it was, Merlyn," he said quietly, and his chiseled mouth curved softly. "I kissed Delle twice and felt your mouth both times."
"You might just remind yourself occasionally that you're engaged."
"I don't want you," he said coldly, desperately, as though he was trying to convince himself.
"How did we get on the subject of marriage?" he asked after a minute. "I don't remember proposing to you."
"I feel the same about mine. So does Delie," he added curtly. She smiled sadly. "Then marry her."
"I keep an apartment here in the city," he said after a minute, seemingly out of the blue. "Just for business. I've never taken a woman there." It seemed important to him that she understand that.
"Now shouldn't we circulate? After all," she added venomously, "Delle would be aghast at what you've been saying to me."
"You're a passionate man. You'll hate living with an ice cube." "At least I won't be vulnerable with her," he cut back.
He turned, and what she saw on his face made her want to cry. Because it wasn't love and happy ever after. It was bitter regret.