“You’re on your own now,” Darrel told her when he dropped her off at the estate’s back entrance. He’d even extinguished the lights of his car, just so Trevor couldn’t see that he’d brought her home. “I’ll be checking on you,” he said with a smile. “So you’d better behave. You never know when I’ll show up.” There was a charming twinkle in his eyes that made Holly’s heart skip a beat. If she was right, there was more to his comment than just a gentle warning; he had as much interest in her as she had in him. As she skipped off toward the door, her heart was lighter and her imagination working overtime thinking that her moments in Darrel Jessup’s arms were just beginning.
Chapter Three
Love, Lust And An Angry Strap
“Well, if it isn’t Holly Pritchart,” Darrel Jessup exclaimed strolling to H
