Savage affair [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE The light was fading fast, making it difficult to see clearly, but Rhiannon never took her eyes off the unknown man. He had to be a man. No woman could carve her way through the water quite so fiercely and determinedly. She sat with her back against a rock, confident that by the time he came out darkness would render her invisible. She was so used to having the beach to herself at this time of day that finding someone here was intriguing. At length he rose from the water, his shape silhouetted against sky now almost as dark as the sea. He was tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, and as he turned to look across the bay she observed a flat taut stomach and muscular chest. There was an arrogant lift to his chin, he had a high noble forehead, and the sinking sun cast a bronze sheen over his statue-like body. When he headed directly towards her Rhiannon froze. Had he seen her after all? She held her breath, wishing she had made her presence known instead of sitting here like a Peeping Tom, mentally crossing her fingers that he would walk straight past. She closed her eyes, as if by so doing she could banish him, then gave an involuntary cry as he stumbled over her outstretched leg. 'What the devil?' His Spanish voice was loud and angry and she glanced up to see his powerful body towering over her. Before she could speak one firm