Free Lover in Pursuit by Unknown Page B

restless. She had stared at the doorway of her bedroom,
    listening as Trev had slammed his way out of the apartment, and her single, strongest urge had been to
    throw something after him. Preferably something mat would shatter satisfyingly. The childish impulse had
    made her realize just how precarious the situation had become.
    Why had she let Trev seduce her? She had asked herself that question – his question – over and over
    again as she had curled unhappily into the huge bed What a fool she had been!
    This morning she felt no closer to an explanation mat was comfortable. The only one available was the
    one she had given Trev. It had been six months since she’d known the physical ecstasy of losing herself in
    his arms. She had no reason to blame herself for succumbing to the temptation again.
    The important difference this time, she lectured herself sternly as she picked up the spoon, was that she
    was no longer in love with him. She knew what love was like. She’d learned that the hard way six months
    ago. No, last night was purely physical.
    Reyna was reaching for the teapot when she sensed she was no longer alone. Her head snapped up,
    eyes widened, to find Trev moving quietly toward her across the expanse of the small garden. The sight of
    him in the morning sunlight made her swallow carefully and replace the teapot on its hot pad.
    He was dressed in khaki, the slacks close-fitting and stylishly casual. The shirt had. a vaguely
    bush-jacket look, the sleeves buttoned crisply at his wrists, the collar worn with a rakish air. He should have
    looked like a parody of some fashion designer’s image of the adventurer look. But he didn’t, she thought
    with a sigh. He looked like the real thing. A very stylish adventurer, to be sure, but still, the real thing.
    “You really must see about getting yourself one of those nice, roomy aloha shirts,“ Reyna said coolly,
    unwilling to let him see how his unexpected presence had startled her. “This isn’t the African bush, you
    know. It’s Hawaii.“
    The amber eyes scanned her short, slightly fitted yellow-and-white muumuu. Her hair was loose around
    her shoulders, catching the bright morning light, and her feet were in the barest of sandals. Then Trev
    stepped through the open door, clearly not prepared to wait for an invitation.
    “Believe it or not, I didn’t come here this morning to discuss fashion with you.“ He ran an impatient hand
    through the carefully combed thickness of his dark hair and glanced at her small breakfast “Do you mink
    you could spare a cup of tea for a man as good in bed as I am?“
    Reyna sucked in her breath, shaken by the degree of self-deprecating mockery in his gritty voice. “That
    all depends,“ she made herself say flippantly, getting to her feet “Are you here to carry out your threat of
    throttling me?“
    He shut his eyes briefly, the long, dark lashes moving for an instant along the high line of his cheeks.
    Then he looked at her directly, his whole face taut “Reyna, I came here this morning to apologize. Please
    don’t give me the benefit of your sharp little tongue. I’m feeling raw enough as it is.“
    “Sit down. Have you had any breakfast?“ With a small sigh, Reyna turned toward the little kitchen.
    “No.“
    When she returned to the living room a few minutes later carrying another slice of papaya, some toast
    and an additional cup, she found Trev stretched out in the cushioned wicker chair across from where she
    had been sitting. Without a word she set the dishes down on the glass-topped table in front of him.
    “Thank you,“ he murmured, reaching at once for the teacup as she filled it He drank deeply as she
    resumed the chair across from him. She tensed, aware of his tension. It communicated itself to her in a
    manner that was a little annoying. She didn’t want to be that sensitive to his moods.
    “Trev,“ she began almost formally, “there’s no need to go through an apology. What happened last