"Love has nothing to do with what is between us,
Her knuckles showed white as she tightened her grip on her glass. "There is nothingbetween us.""Look at me and tell me that—show me the courage of your conviction," Rafael derided.Georgie felt as though she was being torn apart."I said...look at me." Rafael scanned her face with scorchingly angry dark eyes. "Do youthink I enjoy wanting you? But this time I will notwalk away. Why should I? You owe me—"
CHAPTER ONETHE Bolivian policeman growled across the table.
'Es usted inglesal Donde se aloja usted?'
The small room was unbelievably hot and airless. Georgie shot her interrogator a glittering glance fromfurious violet eyes and threw back her head, a torrent of tousled multi-coloured curls every shade from gold to copper to Titian red dancing round her paletriangular face. 'I do not speak Spanish!' she said for the twentiethtime.He thumped the table with a clenched fist.
he demanded in frustration.Her teeth gritted, the naturally sultry line of her mouth flattening. Suddenly something just explodedinside her. 'I've been robbed and I've been attacked and I'm notgoing to just sit here while you shout at me!' she burst out, her strained voice threatening to crack right downthe middle.Plunging upright, the man strode over to the door and threw it wide. Georgie gaped in disbelief as her attacker was ushered in. All the fear she had striven to hidebehind her defiant front flooded back, images of rape and violence taking over. She flew up out of her chair and stumbled backwards into the comer, one tremblinghand attempting to hitch up the torn T-shirt which threatened to expose the bare slope of her breasts.Her assailant, a heavily built young man, glowered accusingly and self-righteously across the room at her and burst into vituperative Spanish.
6 CRIME OF PASSION
Georgie blinked bemusedly. Her own blank sense of incomprehension was the most terrifying aspectof all. Why did the creep who had mauled her in his truck