“You’re hiding from me now?” she heard him speak as he moved inside the gazebo and stared her down.
“I came here to be alone.”
“Ah, then I’m intruding.”
“You are,” she stated flatly, avoiding even the appearance of being friendly.
Several times in the past year, Daniel Prothero had been at McKellar family events and never once was he anything but amiable. At the same time, it always seemed to Madeleine that he’d not forgotten the incident on the yacht—or that embarrassing scene when she was spanked before Robbie’s friends—and he was there to make sure that she’d not forgotten those remarkable moments either. What beat so hotly inside her now was a lust for Daniel Prothero. There was no use denying it. For seven years that lust had been nourished on the occasions when they were intermit
