Afraid?" he growled, irritated she could affect his senses so easily. "No," she snapped. "Not even just a little?

Do you wish me to continue my demonstration?" "Of what? You ability to control my physical movements or your unwanted attentions?" She returned his glare as she deliberately wiped her hand across her mouth. His eyes narrowed. "I don't recall you protesting too loudly," he snapped.

Look, if I don't let Ewan in, he's going to call the police." "Answer it," he rasped with a harsh resolve. "But when he's gone, you're coming with me, Emma. Count on it." "Go to hell," she snapped in a breathy whisper as the doorbell rang again.

This someone you were talking with wouldn't be that Frost fellow, would it?" Ewan's crisp accent floated into the kitchen like a brisk breeze. "The last thing you need is to be talking to that moronic jackass.

Dr. Stuart wouldn't give me a date. Apparently, there's some concern that I've become a liability for the university unless I shift my field of expertise to something more local." "Local?""I believe he mentioned the word 'classroom'" She didn't bother to hide her disgust. "Bloody hell! The man is mad to think about putting you in the classroom.