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Her heartbeat quickened. The courteous greeting was at distinct variance with the boldness of his manner and his present state of undress.

Darting a swift look around her, she became more acutely aware of her present isolation and the remoteness of the stream. If she screamed no one would hear. Besides, it was a mistake to show fear.

Ban saw the dainty chin tilt. Far from being embarrassed or afraid, the look in her eyes was bold—challenging, even. It satisfied him. His gaze travelled downwards, mentally removing the cloth again. When she saw this, the colour rose in her face.

‘How long have you been watching me?’

‘Long enough.’

The blush deepened and the hazel eyes sparkled with anger. ‘How dare you spy on me?’

‘Unforgivable, I know,’ he admitted, ‘but impossible to look away.’