Untouched. Sandra FieldЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Finn’s eyes bored into hers. He knew she was lying. But he’d wait for an explanation, she thought uneasily. Wait as a hunter must wait. He said brusquely, ‘Can you pick out the house if we go over it?’

      She nodded, fighting back emotions as keenly felt now as they had been when she was thirteen. She’d been a fool to agree to this, an utter fool.

      Blinking hard, she saw below her the shores of the unimaginatively named Middle Lake, with its egg-shaped island in the dead center of the lake. As Wally brought the helicopter lower and the trees took on individual shapes and sizes, the angled line of a roof high on the cliffs at one end of the island sprang into view. ‘There,’ she said. ‘You can even see the remains of the wharf among the rocks,’

      ‘No place to land,’ Wally said cheerfully. ‘Too bad.’

      Finn said nothing. He, like Jenessa, was staring at the ground, his jaw set, his face empty of expression.

      Wally brought the helicopter round, heading north back toward the lodge. Jenessa gazed down at her linked hands in her lap, breathing deeply to settle her nerves. With a bit of luck Finn wouldn’t remember she’d been crying; and Mac had never been overly observant—he wouldn’t notice any traces of tears on her cheeks.