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breath away. I’ve often wondered how it’d be if we were together . . . permanently. But it won’t happen.”
    “Why not?”
    Chad drank from his whisky glass and for a long moment considered her through narrowed eyes.
    “I expect she’s a virgin and will remain so until her marriage. That is how well brought up Afrikaner girls are. Her future is clear. She will marry one of her own. They will have three sons: one will take over the farm, one will be a sporting hero – a rugby Springbok – one will rise to a high rank in the Armed Forces. That’s how it is with the Afrikaner elite.”
    His explanation had satisfied Kerry’s curiosity. The whisky had loosened his tongue. He had become garrulous and showed no signs of flagging.
    “Her people would never countenance her going on a trip like this, even if Anna wanted it, which she doesn’t. She’s spoiled rotten, you see. At home they have two kitchen maids, a house maid plus a couple of gardeners. Anna hates roughing it – and I doubt if she can boil an egg. To marry such a person means you are also marrying a servant, for the two are inseparable.”
    Okay, Kerry thought. That was Anna sorted. It still left one other name. When she had burst in on them after finding the snake in her room she had overheard Anna asking Chad if he had seen Erica that morning.
    Was Erica his current squeeze? Was she the reason he had failed to show at the airport? Had they been locked in a final intimate embrace before the three-week separation? Kerry could hardly demand more answers now. It would keep for another time.
    “So marriage to Anna is out,” she said with a chuckle. “Will you stay in the new South Africa?”
    “Africa is in my blood,” he said simply. “For my work and peace of mind, I need the sun, far horizons, voices calling out in Zulu or Xhosa.”
    “I wish I felt that way about my country, but I don’t,” Kerry said. “Many young people in Britain today feel disillusioned. Their lives seem unfulfilled; they wish they were somewhere else.”
    “They’re not shackled to it. It’s a big world out there – you’ve seen a lot of it. Contentment comes from realizing ambition. Anything is possible.”
    “You make it sound so simple.”
    “That’s key,” he stressed. “Keep it simple. Find something you enjoy doing and do it to the best of your ability.”
    They fell silent but maintained eye contact. Their bumping and touching in the kitchen had started something. During their talk Kerry had sensed they were skirting the subject like a couple of wary boxers at the start of a fight.
    The chemistry between them was strong, and growing stronger by the minute.
    The lodge’s low-intensity light gave Chad’s eyes a smoky hue. Gazing into their depths, Kerry felt her body respond – an involuntary shiver of anticipation ran through her. She had never been more aware of him as a man – his powerful bare legs thrust out, the tan of his forearms and face a burnished gold.
    There had been nobody since Antonio. And Chad was the most physically attractive man she had ever known. She felt light-headed under his gaze. Her insides suddenly became hot, molten. She fought to clear her mind of lascivious thoughts. She had vowed not to be seduced by this arrogant womanizer who took his pleasure then coldly cast his victim aside. She would not be hurt like all the others, would no t be sucked into his web however much she was attracted to him.
    Chad ran a hand confidently through his hair. He felt a tightening in his groin. She looked delicious, this sex-on-legs English rose. He loved the contrast between her pale alabaster skin and jet hair, and the bumping of hips and bare arms in the kitchen had been a massive turn-on. His eyes travelled up her shapely thighs to the shorts covering her firm hips and the soft curve of her buttocks. Chad felt his erection straining his shorts. He gave a little gasp of pleasure as he imagined his hands and mouth roaming over her smooth