Excerpt from Trinity Secrets...
She bolted upright. He turned to find her green eyes semi-focused on him, still hazy with sleep, clouded with the passion he had seen the night before. His cock hardened.
Her glance darted around the room, but she held her body rigid. “It’s morning.”
“Aye, the sun is up. As much as I’d like to continue where we left off last night, I’m afraid I’ve overslept as it is. I have chores.”
“It’s morning,” she repeated.
He reached out and took her chin in his hand, twisting her face left and right. “Lass, are you well? You seem uncommonly dazed.”
“Dazed. Confused. Definitely. Can you dream in broad daylight? With the sun up?”
“Aye, dreams come in the day, but you have to be asleep.”
“I’m awake?” she asked.
“Aye, lass, although I’m wondering—”
“Then I’m not dreaming. You’re…” She reached out and tentatively touched his arm as though his skin might burn her. “Real. This room is real, different, but real. What happened last night? Please tell me there weren’t drugs involved.”
“Drugs? Are you sick?”
Her gaze slid across his naked body. “No, I don’t think so, but something happened here. What did you do to me last night, Kendall? There are lots of…gaps. Did I pass out? Hit my head? Have an aneurism? Did I act funny? There has to be some logical reason I can’t explain this.” Her arm swept out to encompass the bedroom then her hand fluttered to her forehead. “I think I just need to go home. Can I go now?”
“No, lass, we’ve been through this. You will stay here until I get the answers I seek. Let’s not start it again. I have much to do today and no time to argue with you.”
“How do you think to keep me here? I’ll find your sisters, phone the police, have you arrested for… well, I’m not sure exactly, but something, because this is definitely not right.”
“Someone gave you false information. I have no sisters.”
She sat up straighter. “Well, of course you have sisters. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten them as well as your own name.”
“I know my own name, madam.”
“Then who are you this morning?”
A headache flared behind his eyes, and he tried to quell the irritation that threatened to spill from his mouth. “I am the same person I am every other morning. Robin Kendall, owner of Trinity Island.”
She rolled her gorgeous eyes. “Now you think you own this island?”
He gripped her arm.
“Speak plain, madam. I know we’ve had our differences but has Swan begun to think to take this island from me? The delivery will be made. The money will be had. The bargain will be met. This island will remain mine.”
She shook off his hand and scrambled from the bed. Her naked body caught the glow of the sunlight coming through the curtains. She had a fine body. His hands had told him so, but his eyes now confirmed it. He had never seen such a beautiful body, such perfection, and her hair spun golden fire in the first rays of the sun. She twisted around in circles, clearly having lost her mind momentarily, and her hair flamed about her, a wild fire out of control. She finally turned to face him, hands on her hips. She stomped her bare foot on the floor.
“Find me some clothes, damn it!”
“I’ve already told you—”
“Get me some of yours then. A robe, a shirt, sweatpants, something. And goddamn it, where is the bathroom door?”
“Who has a room devoted to bathing? Where are you from, madam? What language do you speak? Do you mean the privy?”
Her eyes blazed, but suddenly a look of panic shot through them, and she swallowed hard. “Privy?”
He took her arm and led her to the window. He pulled aside the curtain and pushed her face toward the glass.
“’Tis beyond. See it in those trees?”
She nodded weakly. She looked queasy.
“There is a pot beneath the bed, if you’d rather—”
“No,” she squeaked. “The privy will be fine. Can I have a shirt, please?”
Robin grabbed one from a peg and handed it to her. She pulled it over her head and let it drape around her. The shirt fell to her knees and sagged across her chest. Her breasts peeked through the drooping neckline. As enticing as she was, he feared if he touched her now she would be sick. She looked green as though she had eaten something disagreeable, and a pearly sheen of sweat dotted her brow. He could do without her being sick. He had enough to do in the mornings. Very gently, very slowly, he adjusted the shirt and tied the ribbon at her throat.
“Shoes?” she squeaked.
“I will find you some, but it may take awhile. There are planks to the privy. Just be careful of splinters and I want you to come right back.”
“No problem,” she muttered. “I’m beginning to think there’s nowhere to go.”