From A Taste of Honey...
She appeared to be about nineteen or twenty; just a few years his junior. And to look at her standing there, hands planted firmly on her very attractive hips, anyone would have supposed that she owned the place and he was the interloper. He suppressed a smile at her arrogance. What was he doing here? He could ask her the same question!
“I said, what are you doing here?” she repeated impatiently. And he did smile then. Perhaps there had been a few changes made around here, after all.
“Ohh, I was just taking a look around.” He shrugged, and took a good, long look at her too, while he was at it. Cute. He felt his smile widen in appreciation. Very cute. Very definitely cute. Even with annoyance flashing in the depths of her chocolate brown eyes, and the damp tendrils of dark hair that clung to her neck.
Her face was flushed with heat, a reaction to the temperatures here in the greenhouse, no doubt. Although he suspected that everything about her would still be screaming heat at him, even if they were both blue with cold and standing in an igloo.
Book 5 - Touch of a Vanished Hand
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