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CHAPTER ONE

SHE had the figure of a gla him with a knife

It wasn’t every day his ocean-going yacht was boarded by a barely clothed virago What few clothes reirl’s bruised and scratched body were ripped and sodden, and the knife she was brandishing looked as if it had co a hunk of bread and cheese, stolen from the same place, he presumed

Was a French baguette worth killing for?

Probably, he er to open a branch in Sinnebar

As the h the et the pirate princess into the shade, but he re , barely out of her teens, but had clearly been through soled reen eyes, ?’ he said calmly

‘Don’t!’ she threatened, jabbing the sultry air with her knife

He held the laugh, relieved she was okay Mist hung tenaciously,visibility poor; she must have cli the hull for store

‘I’h he hadn’t moved

If she backed away another inch, she’d be over the side

Her shock at seeing hiressor, he concluded, renised him or she would have put down her little knife ‘Why don’t you giveif she had meant to attack him she would have done so by now ‘Or, better still, throw it overboard?’

She bared her teeth at that to give hirowl, like a kitten with a toothache ‘Don’t you come any closer,’ she warned, ‘Or I’ll—’