Sleeping With A Stranger
HELEN was standing at the rail when the ferry docked in
Santoros. Milos could see her clearly, despite the roiling
tension in his gut. And he had to admit, she was still one
of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.
Or slept with, he appended, trying to make light of the
fact that he was meeting her again. Although it was over
fourteen years since he'd had anything to do with her, there
was no denying his jumping nerves or the seething emotions just the sight of her inspired.
Theos, what was wrong with him? She'd been a wife, a
mother, and a widow since that mindless interlude in
London. He should be long over her — and he was, he assured himself fiercely.
Was it his imagination, or did Helen look a little harassed
after her journey? Two plane flights and a ferry ride at the
end of it could do that to you, he guessed. But he had no
firsthand experience. He'd been spoilt by private planes and
helicopters and fast, turbo-driven yachts.
Still, she was here now and Sam — her father — would be
delighted. He'd talked of little else since she'd accepted his
invitation. Milos had been ... read full excerpt from: Sleeping with a Stranger ebook
