Again, he had this look in his eyes: a mischievous gleam that spoke volumes, he gave her a wicked grin and traced one finger down her arm.
“Have I told you that you look pretty, my fire eater." She almost caved under his tender caresses. But she needed answers. Not romance. Again, she distanced herself and put both hands in her sides, he chuckled. “Okay then, the whole group. Let's go back and I will answer all your questions."
“Are you sure?"
“Yes sweetheart." And he took her arm and steered them to the house. “We all live here. This farm once belonged to the Botha family; Edna is the only living relative that still remains on this place. After the earthquake, Patrick and I had nowhere else to go, so we aimed north. We landed up in Thabazimbi where we met Edna at the local Agriculture
