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alone.
    “Wasn’t that young Tara in here earlier?”
    Oh shit, shit, shit. The fucking open windows.
    “Yeah.” He turned resolutely to his work.
    “Nice kid.”
    “She’s not a kid. She’s off to university.”
    “Saying goodbye, was she?”
    “Jarmin, do you have some point to make?”
    “Oh, just thought I’d offer you a little warning. Man to
man.”
    This wasn’t going to be pretty.
    “Not interested.”
    “I guess she was kind of friendly with you. All sweet and
innocent and asking for a kiss goodbye.”
    “Jarmin, fuck off.” He gave up any pretense of work, but
gripped the screwdriver he held, trying to get an equal grip on his temper.
    “Just trying to save you some grief, is all, since you
haven’t been here all that long. That Tara, she’s pretty sociable all round.
Likes to flirt—”
    “Shut your face right now, Jarmin.” Corbett took what he
hoped was a menacing stance, but Jarmin seemed unmoved.
    “Regular little tease, that one. And she’ll open those
willing legs for anything in pants—”
     
    Corbett stood at the side of the Indian Motorcycle and
caressed his right fist, feeling again the sheer pleasure, six years ago, of
connecting first with Jarmin’s gut, then his jaw.

Chapter Three
     
    Tara let long minutes pass, deliberately blanking her mind
to all that had flared between her and Corbett, letting some semblance of
energy re-establish itself in her battered body.
    Finally, she raised her head and took stock. Her arms were
all pain from the considerable strain, and her wrists were still bound.
    As soon as she twisted out of her bra straps, she flexed her
long-suffering arms and looked about for her clothes.
    Her briefs were in shreds. Her shirt was a wreck. But she
forced herself to her feet and yanked on her jeans and shrugged painfully into
her jacket.
    Now, where had Corbett got to?
    To hell, for all she cared.
    From the end of the veranda she caught sight of the lake.
Cool and dark and soothing. She headed down toward the dock, picking her way
carefully over the grass and stones in her bare feet. Commando. The rasping of
her jeans against her genitals wasn’t exactly helping, and riding home again on
the machine might be, well, stimulating.
    But hell, she’d two orgasms to his none, so who could
complain?
    She stood for a moment on the dock, put Corbett out of her
head and drank in the peacefulness of the clear, darkening sky and still water,
the nearly full moon rising above the mountains beyond the lake.
    The water called to her. Invited her to ease her stress—both
physical and emotional.
    She dropped her clothes on the dock and plunged into the
moon’s ripples, then surfaced and found the bottom. Immersed up to her nipples,
she gasped to drag air into her shocked lungs.
    Oh god! Cold didn’t even begin to describe it.
    The mountain water of the lake seized all her skin cells,
particularly between her legs, hardening into a futile defense against the
million-year-old water recently released from its glacial home.
    But, oh, oh, heavenly to have relief from the searing
heat of Corbett’s desire and determination and anger and plunder. Wonderful to
accept the numbing of her body parts, bruised from her bindings or scraped raw
and painful from his invasions.
    The moon was well risen now, glittering across the water,
glowing cold and hard and beautiful in the clear night sky.
    Plan—find the rest of her clothes and get on her Scout and
get the hell out of Lavinia Creek Valley.
    Sure, and what would she say to Leo?
    Sorry, Dad. He wasn’t interested.
    Oh yeah. He’d been too damned interested. Interested in
impaling her with his cock and anything else that came to hand. And she’d been
overly interested in being impaled, which meant she could never countenance his
working with her father.
    She’d ruined everything.
    “Hey, Calloway!”
    She spun around to look back at the shore, where, ghostly
white in the moonlight, Corbett stood with a casually amused look on