‘But you do it anyway,’ he observed wryly.

‘It’s so lovely that I can’t resist. The other beaches are full of holidaymakers but here you can have it all to yourself; just you and the sun and the sky.’ She flung out her arms in a dramatic gesture, smiling up at him. ‘The world is yours.’

Darius nodded, feeling a curious sense of ease at the way her thoughts chimed with his own, and looked at her with renewed interest. Despite her boyish air, she wasn’t lacking in feminine charm. There was real beauty in her eyes, that were large and deep blue, full of life, seeming to invite him into a teasing conspiracy.

‘That’s very true,’ he said.

‘So you won’t tell him that you saw me on his private beach?’

‘Actually, it’s my private beach.’

Her smile vanished. ‘What do you mean?’

‘This island is mine now.’

‘Rancing sold it to you?’ she gasped.

Without knowing it, she’d said the fatal word. Rancing hadn’t sold him the island, he’d tricked him into it. In a flash, his goodwill towards her vanished, and a stubborn expression overtook his face. ‘I told you it’s mine,’ he said harshly. ‘That’s all that matters. My name is Darius Falcon.’

She drew a quick breath. ‘I thought I’d seen your face before, in the newspaper. Weren’t you the guy who-?’

‘Never mind that,’ he interrupted curtly. He knew his life, both private and business, had been all over the papers, and he didn’t like being reminded of it. ‘Perhaps now you’ll tell me who you are.’

‘Harriet Connor,’ she said. ‘I have an antique shop in Ellarick.’

‘I shouldn’t think you get much trade in this place,’ he said, looking around at the isolation.

‘On the contrary, Herringdean attracts a lot of tourists. Surely you knew that?’

The question, How could you buy it without knowing about it? hung in the air. Since he wasn’t prepared to discuss the ignominious way he’d been fooled, he merely shrugged.