Freedom To Love

‘I am not!’

‘Yes, you are.’ He finished tucking his shirt into the low waistband of his trousers, the movement straining the pale blue shirt across his taut muscular stomach and wide powerful shoulders. ‘So that’s why you have a single room. At least your sister isn’t ashamed to let people know she’s sleeping with her boy-friend.’

’You don’t happen to be my boy-friend. I doubt you’ve ever been any woman’s boy-friend.’

‘How right you are! I’ve never met a woman yet who could be entertaining out of bed as well as in it.’

Her eyes blazed, green sparks visible among the grey. ‘I suppose that’s where you think we belong, between the sheets.’

‘Or on them,’ Adam taunted. ‘I’m not that fussy where it happens. A change of locality can make it more interesting.’

‘I’m sure you’ve tried it at every locality and in every position imaginable,’ Katy said insultingly.

He shrugged. ‘You could be right. Have a nice holiday,’ came his parting taunt.

Nice holiday! How could she, when her own sister thought her little more than a tramp, capable of going to bed with a man just because he was rich and famous?

She knew by the open mockery on Gerald’s face the next day that Gemma had told him all about finding Adam Wild in her room. By the time they had picked up the camper and were setting out for Banff Katy had had enough of his knowing looks.

‘Why don’t you just come out with it?’ she snapped angrily. ‘Just say it and get it over with!’

He gave her a look of exaggerated innocence. ‘Why, what do you mean, Katy?’

‘It’s disgusting!’ Gemma suddenly burst out, giving her a scathing look. ‘At least Gerald and I are engaged!’