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fell to her knees, the sleeves hanging far below her

wrists. But it was comfortingly warm and she huddled

into it with gratitude. She rummaged in the cupboard

when she was dressed and found a pair of rough

trousers and a long white shirt which she thought would

fit Marc.

He came back, laden with wood, and grinned at her,

his glance running over her sweater and the long bare

legs beneath. “You do look a picture,” he teased.

She slipped her feet, shuddering, back into her

sodden plimsolls, then took her wet clothes outside to

hang on the wire line which stretched between two

small posts. When she got back Marc had coaxed the

fire into life and was standing beside it, in the goat-

herd’s baggy trousers, the shirt in his hand. She stood

at the door, looking at the bare brown shoulders turned

towards her. Under the smooth tanned surface of his

skin his muscles rippled as he moved. Her breath

caught as she felt an insidious warmth deep inside her,

and Marc, hearing the little sound, turned quickly.

“You don’t mind being alone here with me like this?”

he asked, slipping into the shirt.

“Why should I?” she answered offhandedly.

He buttoned the shirt front, staring at her with

narrowed eyes. “Some girls might feel ... threatened ...

being alone with a man in such circumstances. This is a

very isolated spot.”

She forced a laugh. “I have too much common sense.

You’ve just narrowly escaped drowning, after all. You’re

cold, tired and hungry. The last thing on your mind is

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