‘The rest I am sure you can manage for yourself.’ ‘Thank you,’ she said with icy politeness. ‘But I think I’ve had enough sun for one day.’ ‘Perhaps you are wise,’ he said, faint amusement in his voice. ‘Why take more risks with such a charming body?’ Her throat tightened. ‘Thank you for your concern,’ she said. ‘But I can look after myself.’ She fumbled for the edges of her bra top and tried to bring them together across her slippery skin, with fingers made clumsy through haste. ‘Of course—as you prove so constantly, ma belle.’ She could hear him smiling, damn him. ‘Permettez-moi.’ He took the strips of material from her, and deftly hooked them into place. Too bloody deftly altogether… She sat up, pushing her hair back from her flushed face with a defensive hand. ‘Does that fulfil your quota of good deeds for the day?’ she asked stiffly. ‘Or do you have other visits to make? Because I wouldn’t wish to delay you on your errands of mercy.’ He studied her for a moment.
