CHAPTER ELEVEN
Accusation“What can we do?” Tane paced a narrow track next to the river and the others watched as he spun in an arc and repeated his frustrated stalk back the other way. Daisies and buttercups crushed beneath his heavy steps and Leilah swallowed. Different images penetrated her fractured thoughts; male fingers stroking her thigh as the flower heads bowed in a soft breeze. Colour kissed her cheeks and she squirmed, unable to catch her lover’s gaze in case his thoughts too had strayed that way. She licked her lips and sighed.
“Any ideas, Lei?” Dante drew in a breath and gave her an encouraging smile. “You’re the brains of the outfit.”
Leilah gathered her thoughts, pushing away the erotic images. She grew rattled at their ability to make her crave more. He wouldn’t meet her
