Worth The Risk. Sarah Morgan

of a loincloth.’

      His eyes gleamed with unholy laughter. ‘Any time you want to see me in a loincloth, Dr McGuire, you only have to ask.’

      Vivid images of Sean Nicholson with no clothes on flashed before her eyes and she coloured furiously. His smile deepened.

      ‘You’re the limit!’ Her tongue moistened dry lips and her breath caught as his eyes dropped to her mouth.

      ‘So why aren’t you married, Dr McGuire?’

      Ally lifted her chin. ‘That’s none of your business.’

      His eyes met hers. ‘Charlie obviously isn’t Mr Right, then.’

      ‘Let’s get one thing straight, shall we?’ Ally glared at him. ‘You can move into my barn if you so wish because it would please Will and, frankly, I haven’t the energy to argue, but don’t read any more into it. You’re my lodger. Nothing more.’

      Sean raised an eyebrow. ‘Have I asked for more?’

      Ally blushed. ‘Well, no, but—’

      ‘I never touch another man’s woman, and you’ve told me you’re already involved with someone.’ There was something benign about his expression that she didn’t trust an inch. ‘Aren’t you?’

      ‘Well, yes, but—’

      ‘So that’s that, then.’ He drained his mug and stood up, his powerful figure dominating the small room. ‘Of course, if you weren’t involved with someone then the situation would be entirely different.’

      His eyes held hers for a long moment and she swallowed uncomfortably. Had he guessed? What was going to happen when he found out that the person she was involved with was her daughter? She gave herself a shake. Nothing was going to happen. Nothing. Because she would make sure it didn’t. She owed it to Charlie.