Rafael folded his arms across his chest and steadily met Elizabeth’s regard, looking so long, lean and dangerous that her heart skipped. He suddenly smiled so hungrily at her that Elizabeth’s innards clenched. His confidence in his own allure was outrageous—and undeserved. He was not so finely wrought as that.
Well, he was as finely wrought as that, but what snared Elizabeth’s attention was that he was different.
wasHer mouth went dry at the realization that Rafael thought she found him attractive.
How hideous that he was right.
Worse, he savored that knowledge.
Worse again, Elizabeth did not doubt he would try to use it to his own advantage.
And she did not know how to play this game, much less what to say or do. Elizabeth felt maidenly and sheltered, a sense that she intensely dis
