Chapter Four
Hannah tended her garden with the fury of an angry, desperate woman. The hard work did her good, she told herself, while hoping the labor might somehow disperse the intense emotion Jarrett Cain had roused in her. It had been two days and still the image of the man clouded her mind and his veiled but unseemly warnings did nasty things to her erotic body.
Responding to an unexpected sound nearby, she turned from her weeding to find herself doused by a shadow high above her kneeling body. Looking up, she saw that it was Beau, not because she could see his face; he was no more than a black silhouette against the brash late summer sky. But she knew the outline of his body well, a familiar shape that on many occasions warmed her spirit just to be within its presence. It had been
