r arms around herself； and looked out。
〃Why do you lead me on？〃
There was silence； then a begrudging； 〃I can't seem to help myself。
What's your excuse？〃 When she didn't answer； he approached her and
goaded； 〃Hmm？ Are you that frustrated？〃
She spun around and sent the flat of her hand against his cheek。 He
caught it on the rebound and had her arm behind her； drawing her hard
against him； in an instant。
〃Don't ever do that again！〃 he muttered and； as suddenly as he'd seized
her； let her go。 He took long steps toward the door before stopping
short。
Anne was stunned； short of breath； wondering what was ing next。
One lithe stride brought him back。 To her astonishment he framed her
face with his hands； placed a hard kiss on her lips； then walked off
again。
〃What was that for？〃 she cried。
〃Moist eggs and strong black coffee。〃 He half…turned at the door。 〃I
have a couple of things to do。 Find something to keep you busy for an
hour； then we'll leave for the village。〃
It wasn't a question； and he didn't wait for an answer。 That was what
kept Anne busy while she unpacked her bags in the attic bedroom。 She
brooded。 She agonized。 She wondered why she had e and why she ever
wanted his kiss。 Mitch whoever…he…was was stubborn and selfcentered。 He
was the exact opposite of gentle； caring； generous…to…a…fault Jeff。
But Jeff was dead。
An art teacher had once told her that a painting was successful when it
evoked a reaction； be it positive or negative。 For Anne； the months
since Jeff's death had been devoid of reaction； until Mitch。
So where did she go from there？ Into bed with the man at the very
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