"Come here, little one." "I want to go back." He hoped she stood there arguing for a time. "Obey your husband." She wrinkled her nose. "It's broad daylight." " , come." Growing tired of just looking when he could be touching, Hunter cocked his head and let her see him leering. He was awarded a fetching glimpse of slender, creamy thighs and honey gold. She gasped and dropped to her knees as if someone had dealt a blow to the backs of her legs. Tucking her skirt under her knees, she cried, "Have you no shame?" His answer was a slow grin. Seizing her wrist, he drew her toward him. "There is no shame. You are my woman." Pulled off balance, she fell across his chest. Squirming, but halfheartedly, she said, "There's a time and a place for everything, and this isn't it." "No?" He ran a hand under her blouse. "I say it is a very good time." --