situation. She was certain that if she explained that a mistake had been made, that she really wasn't the woman they thought she was, they would apologize and let her go. It had been a simple mistake, after all. A misunderstanding.
And then everything stopped. Suddenly, there came no sound from the men.
Her sweater was released.
Hastily she pulled the garment down to cover her suffering breasts. She looked around through tousled hair. The three men were looking guiltily along one of the paths which radiated through the plants, and Maryann felt a surge of relief when she saw a woman's shape coming their way through the fronds.
Such a statuesque silhouette could only belong to Laura Black, her hostess. Now, she was certain, the misunderstanding would be cleared away. The men would let he
