Lost In Love. Michelle Reid

her hand from his arm, she took a shaky step back from him, then turned away so she wouldn’t have to witness the flare of triumph her answer would put in his eyes. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, ‘I’m prepared to do that.’

      Oddly, and surprisingly since she had just conceded to him what he had been trying to get her to do for four long years now, instead of thrusting his triumph down her throat, Guy too turned away, going to stand over by the window.

      ‘How prepared?’ he persisted, not turning to face her with the final challenge, his back a rigid bulk of taut muscle for her to stare bleakly upon.

      ‘Whatever it takes,’ she promised flatly. ‘Whatever it is you want in return.’

      ‘You.’ He turned his head, his expression as cool and uncompromising as she had ever known it. ‘I want you back.’