Lucinda [antikvár]

Chapter 1Sarah gazed fondly at the lithe form of Miles as he leaped out of his car and ran across the pavement. There was a boyishness about the way he moved which for some reason got through to her. It made her body tingle as if in anticipation of the feel of his lips against hers and of his arms around her. She could not wait to run her fingers through his hair, to feel the warmth of his body and to breathe again that subtle scent of his which always lingered in her memory. Yet, as he hurried through the front door, she contrived to call out casually, 'Did you have a good trip?'By way of answer, Miles seized her in his arms and hugged her close to his chest. His mouth sought hers and she felt herself melting into his passionate embrace. Desire flamed through her as her hands explored the silkiness of his body with that sense of groping wonder, as if it were the first time that she was experiencing that miraculous awakening of sensuality.'It's been so long,' she murmured.^'A whole week,' her lover answered. 'Did you miss me?''You know damned well that I missed you every second of every day and you just want to hear me say so.''Nonsense,' he mocked, 'I expect that you have had a dozen men while I've been away.''No, darling,' Sarah replied soothingly, 'You must not exaggerate. No more than eleven, I promise.''Promiscuous aboriginal!' Miles accused lovingly.'Pommy bastard!' breathed Sarah.Sarah Brown was indeed an Australian who had come to London, where she had met Lucinda, Miles's sister, who was now her business partner. Miles, or to give him his more formal style, the Honourable Miles Farrer, son and heir to Viscount Hamblewood, was a barrister and when dressed in