HUNTER GRUNTED IN DISMAY, pissed with himself for the warm feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach as Melony Shepherd looked over his place, his creation, with obvious admiration. What the hell did he care what this woman thought? What any woman thought? He told himself it was simply because he had never had a female in his cabin before.
Then he was seething mad again. Never had he permitted a woman to take his course. He hated the very real feeling that he'd been had. Just look at her. He took a languorous survey of the woman who stood five feet away from him. Discarding her surprisingly full breasts and luscious rump, he found the rest of her body sorely lacking in the sturdy department. Her cheeks looked hollow and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her smooth-looking skin was
