—V. SACKVILLE-WEST Adam grunted and groaned as he rode toward a hidden cove where he and Pure Blossom had planned a rendezvous. Not wanting Stephanie to see him before he had the chance to wash some of the blood from his face, he had not gone to his private car before coming to meet with Pure Blossom. He also did not have the strength to go both places. He hoped to revive himself somewhat in the river that snaked beside the cove. It would be cold enough to shake anyone out of a stupor, even if it was caused by a beating. “I’ll get even with him if it’s the last thing I do,” Adam growled out in a whisper. “He may think he’s got the upper hand now. Wait until I get through with him. He won’t know what hit him.” He smiled ruefully to himself. He wanted to retain in his memory forever that look on Runner’s face when he had been told that Stephanie had been leading him on—that she didn’t truly love him, only playing him for a fool for her beloved brother. His smile faded when he thought about Stephanie’s reaction.
