He ignored her jibe, setting the knife down and moving toward her. “Sorry-did you want to be the one to spill it?” The broken crystal had sliced through her skin, and blood was welling up. “I think I’ve lost my appetite,” she said. Unfortunately Harry’s villa came equipped with granite countertops and the glass shattered in her hand. Something snapped inside her, and she put the wineglass down, hard. “Trust me, you don’t want to see what’s coming.” “I either need my glasses or my spare contact lenses.” “I want my purse back,” she said, changing the subject. That was something she didn’t even want to think about. “Not necessarily.” He looked up at her, and he was close enough that she thought she could read the expression in his cool blue eyes. “Then I may as well get my kicks where I can, and annoying you seems to be one of the few pleasures left to me.” “You really are foolhardy, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be trying to charm me instead of pissing me off?” He pushed his long hair back from his angular face, glancing at her out of flinty eyes. “Make an effort.” The knife flashed and his voice was sharp and cold. Why don’t we just pretend we’re two normal people, stranded on a beautiful island for a couple of days.” “The sooner you accept that fact, the better. Spenser.” The knife flashed with deadly precision. There are no weaknesses in my defenses, Ms.

But I’d rather not spend the next few hours chasing you around this place. “You think I’ll just give up without a fight?” There’s no way you’re getting out of this place, unless I let you. “Don’t bother, Sister,” he said, not looking up from his work.

Cold as ice by anne stuart