Edge Of Temptation. Anne Mather

name it, he’s thought of it.’

      Catherine was horrified. ‘A—holiday camp?’

      ‘Well, I understand that designation doesn’t appeal these days. Complex, is the word they use. But generally speaking, they mean the same.’

      ‘With cabins, and things?’

      ‘Accommodation would be provided,’ Rafe agreed dryly, watching her growing concern.

      ‘That—won’t happen,’ she exclaimed. ‘Will it?’

      ‘Not as long as I have any say in the matter,’ Rafe declared shortly. ‘So now do you understand my position?’

      Catherine made a negative gesture. ‘Surely—surely, as this valley means so much to you …’

      ‘No.’ Rafe shook his head. ‘Hammond Redvers didn’t get where he is today by philanthropising.’

      ‘But he’s your father-in-law!’

      ‘Yes. Well, he thinks I’m not realistic, and I think he’s a financial leech. We don’t exactly see eye-to-eye in these matters.’ He shook his head. ‘Although why I should admit that to you, I can’t imagine.’

      Catherine met his gaze reluctantly. ‘Thank you, anyway,’ she murmured, half afraid of the penetration of those clear blue eyes, so unusual in someone so dark. ‘I—I do see your dilemma. I just wish there was some way …’

      ‘So do I,’ he retorted, with a return of abrasiveness, and thrusting open the door behind him, he levered himself out of the car. ‘Thank you for listening to me. Goodbye, Catherine.’

      ‘Goodbye—Rafe,’ she answered, although her tentative use of his name was drowned in the brisk slamming of the door.