He was not going to get to kiss her and she was not going to make herself cheap. Bruce had taught her that. It was dangerous to succumb to male magic even when the silvery moonlight was adding to that magic and a sheen hung on the evening air. Giles was too close, towering beside her. "I do appreciate your hospitality to a complete stranger but I assure you I’m no helpless lady. I’ve been looking after myself since I was a little girl, and eating alone is the least of my worries," she said. "You mean you’ve been living on your own?" He sounded surprised, his voice also tinged with apprehension as if he suddenly saw a child at home alone. The Barbados culture was family orientated. A child would never be left alone. Kira shook her head, unaware of the red lights forming an aura round her hair. Giles was watching her, suddenly seeing a different person emerging from the cool businesswoman; someone vulnerable and afraid.
