She was wrong. Every crony of Jeb Clinton’s knew that if the only man to have got one over on him ever returned, Jeb would want to know. So when the...register showed ‘Cavendish Young’ (the railway company was efficient and telegraphed the expected guest list in advance), the manager at the hotel quickly made sure he was the one to get the credit for this information.Jeb bided his time. It would hardly do to kidnap the two women openly, the rail company wouldn’t appreciate that. But he would have. We must go back to the hiding place behind the rock while we can still see," Maalik spoke painfully. "This time we won't have to crawl, but we mustn't be here when they come back to poison the well and burn the fields," he urged.It was no idle speculation. They'd heard stories of how the government militias not only burned the villages but destroyed any hope of the village living again. Dead animals or people were thrown in the wells, to spoil them. Fields were burned and harsh winds would come. "Hi." beamed a familiar voice, and Emma stepped into the sunlight behind the bush. She was an absolute vision in a very tight, very skimpy bikini. "I thought you might need cooling off." she said, handing me a large glass of cold lemon squash.I smiled, somewhat lost for words and trying not to look at the pink areola peeping from the side of her bikini top, or the nipples poking through the thin fabric.I gulped the drink down, spilling some on my bare chest. Emma watched, hands clasped behind. When he was a step away from the bed, she glanced down for a moment, looked back up at him, and said, “You’re hard.”He could have dropped dead of shame in that instant. He hastily moved a hand in front of his erection and apologized, “I’m sorry. It’s just...”He trailed off when she reached out and took the hand he’d interposed between them to hide his shame. She curled her fingers around it and said, “Don’t apologize. I wasn’t sure you were interested in me anymore. I’ve been trying to give you.