Stormy rapture

de Margaret Pargeter

"I would just like to make it quite clear," Simon smiled grimly, "that I am not running a charity. I expect to be fully rewarded for what I do, and don't you forget it, my dear Liza." His words rang in Liza's ears. This man was devious. Her eyes sparkled with angry resentment but she couldn't afford to indulge in hurt pride. For the time being, Simon must be allowed to think what he would.