Chapter 4

There it was again. That certainty he knew what she felt. The realisation should have mortified her. Instead it felt almost…liberating.Elena blinked. Her imagination was working overtime. Lack of food had made her woolly-headed.She did not turn into a puddle of pure lust after five minutes’ acquaintance with any man.She did not have some psychic connection with this stranger.‘I apologise for my daughter.’ Her father skewered her with a glacial look. ‘She—’‘There is no need to apologise.’ Still Christian didn’t shift his gaze from her. That steady look was unnerving. ‘Your daughter is charming.’‘Charming?’ George spluttered before quickly gathering himself. ‘Of course, yes. She’s certainly unusual.’