Chapter 36

• He reached his hand up towards her face and Sasha tensed, but he was merely brushing a strand of hair from where it had been threatening to glue itself to her lips. The tiny gesture was oddly touching. It made her feel defenseless when she needed to be tough. Did he recognise that? Was that why he had renewed his campaign?
• "And you still haven’t answered my question." He studied her carefully. "About coming to live here."
• Sasha moved away from the work-top, wanting to be out of range of that delectable dark stare, but wanting more than anything to eat. These days she seemed to be controlled by her body.