Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. You …you mustn't stare at me like that. Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.

Secrets Of A Summer Night: Number 1 in series (ed. Hachette UK, 2010) - ISBN: 9780748117543