“Going off a cliff would be preferable to spending another moment with you,” she spat, trying to free her wrists from his grip. Michael smothered back a curse. “Come back inside and dry off. Then I’ll try to explain …” Paige shook her head angrily, ignoring the rain that poured about her. “There’s nothing to sort out, believe me. If Alistar sent you to change my mind, it was a mistake. Now, one of us is leaving.” “Have you gone barking mad?” Michael demanded incredulously. “I’d never make it down those turnabouts, and neither would you.” “No? Just watch me.” His jaw tightened when she insisted on struggling up the drive, slipping on wet grass. He’d have to carry her back, he realized. Otherwise, there would be no stopping her. Just as his resolve was forming, Paige slipped on a patch of mud. Soil and grass gave way with a gurgle, sending her sliding to her knees. Her valise flew from her hands, its contents tumbling in a heap at Michael’s feet.
