“I’d like to explain what Magdelana was doing here.” She slanted him a look. “Other than trying to lock lips with you?” “More specifically,” he said carefully as they started out of the bedroom, “why I allowed her in our home.” “I already got that. You needed to deal with it, with her. Needed to spell it out for her, give her the get lost, and put some of the fear of Roarke in her.” “How fortunate I am, under the circumstances, to have a woman who understands me. Fear of Roarke?” he repeated.
