Chapter 60

She knew now that she had never hated Collins, had only shut him and the love she felt for him out of her life, and the tumbling of her defenses had once again left her vulnerable to being hurt by him.

'I hate to say I told you so,' Dan teased her now. 'But I did. Of course my illustrations of Billy do a lot to help sales,' he added modestly, frowning over the sketch he was doing of her.

'Of course,' she mocked.

He was frowning directly at her now. 'It's you that's all wrong, not my sketch.'

'I might have known!' she derided, strolling over to look at the drawing, small and fragile-looking in the fitted black denims and tailored silk blouse, her hair grown into a longer feathered style. If she really looked anything like the haunted woman in Dan's sketch then she was more than miserable! Even in the black and white of a pencil drawing Dan had managed to catch the rather hunted look in her eyes, the weary line of her mouth, the tenseness of her body. It wa