Miss KEILLY GRANT, I presume?
She looked up with a start, used to having the beach to herself this time of the evening, seven o
clock being too late for thechildren to be here playing, and too early for the late nightstrollers walking their dogs. The man standing several feet away from her as she vigorously dried her hair after her swim certainly didn
t look as if he fittedinto either of those categories. Her first thought was that he wasbig and powerful, her second that he could be that third category of people that occasionally wandered down to Beachy Cove, thesort of man her Aunt Sylvie was always warning her about
aman looking for an easy pick-up. The cove was usually full of such men during the short summer season, all of them out for alittle holiday fun and sure she could provide it. But this manlooked too handsome to be that type either, surely having womenchasing him, not the other way around! Besides, there was thepuzzle of him knowing her name.Nevertheless, she stood up to pull her full-length beach robeover her head, and pulled the zip up to her chin, glad of thewarmth of the towelling material after her dip in the coolness of the October sea. The task of covering herself completed, sheturned her attention once more to the man standing a shortdistance away.He hadn
t moved as she dressed, his hands still thrust into thepockets of his thick sheepskin jacket, his shoulders broad andpowerful, as was his chest, his legs long and lean in the fitteddenims of faded blue, tan-