PATSY ABBOTT lifted her eyes from the newspaper she had been reading so avidly to gaze at the empty doorway to the lounge of the small flat, her head on one side, listening intently. Yes, that was the front door she'd heard open and then close.
Excitement made her voice sound a little higher than usual as she called out hurriedly, 'Hey, Kim, come here quickly! There's something in the paper about your mother!'
There was utter silence for a moment before a tall and attractive young girl appeared in the doorway. Her russet-coloured hair caught the light from the late afternoon sun streaming through the open window turning it to dark fire, while her deep blue eyes stared at her friend in open disbelief.
'My mother!' she exclaimed. 'What on earth are you talking about?'
Patsy nodded her head in assurance even as she patted the seat next to her on the old chintz-covered settee, her hazel eyes wide and serious.
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There was no way she could like him.
Devon Matthews couldn't imagine living anywhere but at her home on Australia's Great Barrier Reef. So naturally she resented Hunter Kincaid for threatening her security by making an offer to buy her father's private island resort.
She tried desperately to turn the tide, emphasizing the island's least-attractive features, but Hunter Kincaid was a man who knew his own mind and trusted his own instincts--which was more than he would say of Devon.
Devon found him positively vexing, detestable on occasion, yet always irresistibly fascinating ....