anything I say will dissuade her from having me act as your personal bodyguard.â Ashe took a tentative step toward Deborah. She backed away from him. âWhy is it that I get the feeling Miss Carol would like to see something romantic happen between you and me?â
Deborah turned from him, cursing the blush she felt creeping into her cheeks. When he placed his hands on her shoulders, she jerked away from him, rushing toward the French doors that opened up onto a side patio. She grasped the brass handle.
âIâm not interested in forming any kind of relationship with you other than employer and employee,â Ashe said. âI agreed to act as your bodyguard because a fine, dear lady asked me to, as a personal favor to her. Thatâs the only reason Iâm here. You donât have to worry that Iâll harass you with any unwanted attention.â
Deborah opened the French doors, walked outside and gazed up at the clear blue sky. Autumn sky. Autumn breeze. A hint of autumn colors surrounded her, especially in her motherâs chrysanthemums and marigolds that lined the patio privacy wall.
Why should Asheâs words hurt her so deeply? It wasnât as if she still loved him. She had accepted the fact, long ago, that she had meant nothing to him, that Whitney had been the woman heâd wanted. Why would she think anything had changed?
Ashe followed her out onto the side patio. âIt wasnât easy for me to come back. I never wanted to see this place again as long as I lived. But Iâm back and I intend to stay to protect you.â
âAs a favor to my mother?â
âPartly, yes.â
She wouldnât face him; she couldnât. âWhy else would you come back to Sheffield?â
âYour mother asked me if I was afraid to face the past. She dared me to come home.â
âAnd were you afraid to face the past?â
âIâm here, arenât I? What does that tell you?â
âIt tells me that you have a soft spot in your heart for my mother because she was kind to your grandmother and you and your cousin, Annie Laurie. And it tells me that youâre the type of man who canât resist a dare.â
âIf Iâm willing to come back to Sheffield, to act as your personal bodyguard because itâs what Miss Carol wants, then it would seem to me that you should care enough about her to agree to her wishes. All things considered.â He moved over to where Deborah stood near the miniature waterfall built into the privacy wall.
Turning her head slightly, she glanced at him. He had changed and yet he remained the same. Still devastatingly handsome, a bit cocky and occasionally rude. The twenty-one-year-old boy whoâd made love to her had not completely vanished. He was there in those gold-flecked, green eyes, in that wide, sensuous mouth, in those big, hard hands. She jerked her gaze away from his hands. Hands that had caressed her intimately. Hands that had taught her the meaning of being a sexual woman.
How could she allow him to stay in her home? How could she endure watching him with Allen, knowing they were father and son?
Was there some way she could respect her motherâs wishes and still keep the truth from Ashe?
âLetâs understand something up front,â Deborah said, facing him, steeling herself not to show any emotion. âI donât want you here. I had hoped Iâd never see you again as long as I lived. If I agree to your acting as my bodyguard until the end of the the trial, to please Mother, you must promise me, here and now,that once I am no longer in any danger, youâll leave Sheffield and never return.â
âDo you honestly think Iâd want to stay?â
âPromise me.â
âI donât have to promise you anything. I donât owe you anything.â He glared at her, into those bright, still innocent-looking blue eyes and wanted to grab her and shake her until her