Chapter 73

• It was a clean hit. Camille even found herself acknowledging it with a gasp, because she knew she had set herself up for that.
• “No, a DNA test won't be needed,” she replied, resenting having to say it at all. Then she wrenched her eyes away to glare out of the side window while she waited for him to come back with some cynically disbelieving reply.
• And why not? she asked herself bitterly. You fell into his bed like a woman who did that kind of thing all the time! From crushing on his brother to falling both in love and lust with him. Shame engulfed her, followed by a real contempt for the person she had allowed herself to become in her reckless desire for this man.