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“What are you doing?” he asked, with an odd
emphasis.
“Trying to sleep,” she snapped. Was it impossible to
stand still in any relationship? she wondered. One
always seemed to move either forward or back, certainly
in a friendship with the opposite sex. With Marc she
moved between hostility and attraction. Were the two
interchangeable? Like two sides of one coin? Today,
again, she did not like him.
“Last night,” he said conversationally, “I had a rather
startling discussion with Jean-Paul.”
Kate closed her eyes, straightening her leg again.
“Oh?” She tried to sound bored, even indifferent.
“He was unofficially betrothed to Pallas,” Marc said
softly, “but last night he told me he had changed his
mind.”
“Really?” Kate yawned, flapping her hand over her
mouth in a lazy gesture, her body stretching pleasantly
with the movement. “Well,” she went on, “Pallas is
rather young for a man like Jean-Paul, I suppose.”
Marc moved like a spring uncoiling, a hand on each
side of her, bending to whisper forcefully. “What do you
know of a man like Jean-Paul—you only met him
yesterday!”
She could not pretend to be sleepy now. She lay
staring up at him with a suddenly dry mouth. He was
very close to her, his dark face tense and menacing, the
strong muscles in his brown shoulders rippling as he
pressed his hands down on the sand. He looked very
handsome, very dangerous, and more attractive than she
