Andreas gazed down at her with heavily lidded dark eyes and then, abruptly, he yanked his head up and colour delineated his hard cheekbones. 'Theosmou… I had no intention of…' His handsome mouth clenched. 'I should never have touched you. I'm sorry.'

'Are you married?' Hope demanded, voicing her worst fear instantaneously and only contriving to drag her hands from him as she finished speaking.

'No.'

'Engaged?' Hope was no longer cold. Her entire body felt as though it were hot as a furnace with embarrassment.

His ebony brows pleated. 'No.'

'Then there's no need to apologise,' Hope declared half under her breath, scrupulously avoiding his scrutiny while she struggled to get a grip on herself. The way he had made her feel had been a revelation to her and she felt incredibly vulnerable and confused. Her fingers clenched into the cuffs of the coat sleeves to prevent her hands from reaching back to him. She turned away in an awkward semi-circle, so many thoughts and emotions and physical feelings bombarding her that she felt momentarily overwhelmed. Her first real kiss and he had apologised. It would be terribly uncool to confess that he had thrilled the socks off her and that if he wanted to do it again he was more than welcome. Her face flamed with guilt and bewilderment. For goodness' sake, where had that shameless thought come from? With hands that trembled she made herself concentrate long enough to pick up and drape her wet clothing over the pile of logs.

'I've upset you,' Andreas breathed.

Hope whirled round, turquoise eyes bright as precious stones in her flushed heart-shaped face. 'No… I'm not upset.'