Seduction Assignment. Helen Bianchin

with sanity.

      How could you know a man for months, a year, longer, yet not really know him at all? Then meet another, and see almost at once the heart of the man beneath the many layers fashioned by time and experience?

      She could turn away and never know the joy he offered, or the depth of emotion they could share. Yet what was the price she might have to pay?

      Sadly, she had the feeling it would be way too high.

      ‘I think I’d better go.’

      Sebastian leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead. ‘I could tell you not to think. Just to feel.’

      She lifted her head and met his steady gaze. There was a depth apparent that frightened her. Not out of a sense of threat, but something she was too afraid to define.

      ‘I know.’ Her voice came out as a husky whisper. She even managed a shaky smile. ‘But you won’t.’

      He let his arms fall to his sides, and watched the fleeting emotions chase across her expressive features.

      Then he watched as she took a backward step, then turned and walked to the door.

      ‘Be ready at nine.’

      Her hand froze as she reached for the latch, and she cast him a startled glance over one shoulder.

      ‘Our picnic, remember?’ A slow smile spread his mouth. ‘I’ll organise the food.’

      Anneke recovered quickly. ‘Nine.’ Then she opened the door and closed it quietly behind her.

      She’d left a light on inside her aunt’s cottage, and it provided a welcoming glow as she crossed the path.

      Sleep didn’t come easily. Nor did peace of mind. But then she hadn’t expected it to.