What a damned cheek. Dragging the linking door shut, Cass could barely keep her hands still for what shook them, her face set for the heat that scorched. What she wanted ... but not. Ridiculous. Was she actually vain enough to think he'd choose her?

Was that why she couldn't even pour water into the washbowl to cool her face without glancing over her shoulder? Surely not in the hope the door would open? Worse, that he'd say 'I've changed my mind?'

She stared at the gray ...