Suzanne stepped into the room, and seemed to take in the situation at a glance. Her face became flushed with anger, overlaid with humiliation at the way she had been deceived. He could not blame her. But when she started to rage at him, her voice rising with every accusation, he knew she had to be stopped before the suspicions of the watcher below were aroused. Since she had now given him the best possible excuse for yielding to his baser instincts, he simply pulled her against his body and kissed her, hard. She squirmed against him, trying to free herself, but without success. Ben might not yet be fully fit, but he was still much stronger than Suzanne. He was certain that she was not afraid, however. She was much too angry for that. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her body, ignoring the pain that nagged in his shoulder. It was worth a little pain to hold her. The warmth of her glorious body against his bare skin was sheer delight as was the subtle scent of lavender on her clothes and in her pale gold curls.
