He had made a rough attempt to tidy up while she had been in the bathroom, straightening the bed and pulling the covers back up, replacing the pillows that had fallen on to the floor. He had also pulled on his white shirt, rather less immaculate now and slightly crumpled as it hung loose and open from his wide shoulders. He hadn’t even troubled to fasten his belt yet. In spite of his insistence that she get dressed, he obviously hadn’t thought that exposing his bare chest like this was going to be any sort of a distraction for her. Well, she wasn’t going to let it be any such thing, Marina resolved. She had been caught out that way before—never again. It was very definitely a case of once bitten, more than twice shy. From now on she was going to be every bit as cold-blooded and rational as he was and meet him head-on. And if she had any sort of hesitation or doubts then all she had to do was remember just why she had left him in the first place, and that would harden her resolve, cool down any foolish sensual urges like the ones that had got her into trouble just a few hours ago.
