Beware of the Stranger

One could as surely be captured by love!  Samantha’s experience with men as the daughter of tycoon Reuben Gentry had been disillusioning.  But she’d gone willingly to Chris Andrews’s home miles from anywhere on an island in the St. Lawrence, expecting her father to join her there.  Suddenly she realized she was subtly, but surely, being held prisoner there.  Were Chris’s calls to her father about ransom?  Was he really Chris Andrews?  Samantha knew she had to escape.  But the thought of never seeing Chris—or whoever he was—again, filled her with desolation…

“This is not a game.  I don’ play games.”  His warning was quiet but his hand grasped her wrist, forcing her to drop the telephone receiver.  “Don’t you?”  Samantha’s brown eyes shimmered with defiance.  Temper threw caution to the winds.  “You’ve been playing games with me all along—first letting me believe you were Owen Bradley, then lying—“  She bit her lip, realizing she had virtually admitted that she knew he wasn’t who he pretended to be.  The narrowing of his gaze indicated he had guessed what she’d been about to say.  Her heart skipped several beats, but she had gone too far to turn back now.  “I don’t know who you are,” she said flatly, “but you aren’t Chris Andrews!”