When they returned to the porch Zane was glad to see Derek had salvaged the steaks from the grill and placed them on the waiting platter. Dara held tightly to his hand as she looked at the two men then bowed her head.

"I apologize for my, um, reaction. I am so sorry."

"Dara, look at me." Derek's voice was low and mellow, but commanding, nonetheless.

She lifted her head slowly. "Please don't be angry with me."

"They aren't." Zane wished he could take a ...