“Oh my God, how decent of you.” She managed to give him a rather shy smile in return as she dropped the hand which had been unconsciously gripping the neck of her robe and began to untie the belt.

As Gracie removed her shrug Adam was watching her very closely.

“Isabella, I like the colour,” he remarked calmly. “I'll get you a towel to put over the chair cushion the synthetic material tends to stick to you in this unbearable heat.” As he walked away towards the cabin leaving her staring after him in confusion. Somehow he always managed to throw her off balance and it just wasn't fair, Isabella...