"Invent a mate? Samantha drummed her fingertips against the top of her vanity. She watched the rogue, who sat on a bathtub beside the tap, tending his wound.

"How could Laurence have imagined

I would do such a thing?"

Donovan glanced up at her, a grin tipping one corner of his

lips. "Shocking isn't it?"

"This isn't amusing. Do you think he suspects the truth?"

Donovan slid a damp cloth over his calf, wiping the blood from his skin. "I think he is curious"

Samantha stared at his bare leg, tracing the sleek curve of muscle in his calf. "What shall we do if he discovers the

truth?"

"What makes...