What would have happened if, when they’d first met, Barclay had simply set his mind on seducing her? She would have gone willingly enough. Why all the fuss? He’d needed to break the feral pull between them, tame and subdue it. Since the wedding, though, she had sensed some buried, unacknowledgeable regret in him. He could neither tolerate wildness nor reconcile himself to its loss.
