Elizabeth Oldfield

“I don't deny that impulse drew us together, but while physical gratification began and ended it for you, in making love, dumbo here——' she jerked a thumb at her chest '—was also demonstrating that she cared.'His tongue moistened his lips. 'You're very up-front, aren't you?''You mean none of your other rejects have ever looked you in the eye and complained?' Sian queried. She might have made things easy last night, but she refused to make anything easy for him now. 'I suppose you'd prefer it if I shrugged my shoulders, muttered something about it being nice while it lasted, and filed the experience away under lessons learned? Well, sorry, but for me, and for most women if they're honest, going to bed with someone is a darn sight more complicated than that!”

“An accident?' Sian gave a caustic laugh. 'Great! Knowing I was merely one of life's kerbstones over which you happened to trip makes me feel a whole bunch better.”