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191 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1983

f>He knew how she felt and she knew he knew. It was the most incredible sense of togetherness Maggie had ever experienced. It was like champagne in her blood, sparkling, heady, and far more intoxicating than the wine they drank with their meal.
Maggie stroked his smooth, muscular body in soft wonderment, believing in that moment that it would always be hers to touch, feel, hold in her arms and know it as she knew it now. She turned her face to his and whispered, 'I love you.'
Ian sighed and ran his hand gently over her soft, warm contours. 'That wasn't love, Maggie. It was possession. Don't give it any other name. Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?'
'I love you,' she repeated, giving him the only answer she had.
He shook his head restlessly. 'You burden me with that too. I didn't want to be your first lover. I thought... Oh, hell and damnation! What am I to do with you?' he demanded with a touch of desperation.
'Love me,' she whispered, kissing the corners of his mouth and snuggling closer, hugging him to her.
He stroked her hair as he spoke with dry mockery. 'Love is a trap. You get sucked in by all the shining promises of love and you grow dependent, thinking love will last for ever. Then it disappears and you're left crippled because you've given too much of yourself away. Don't put love on me, Maggie. I won't wear it.'
His expression was as unyielding as stone. She took a deep breath and spoke with all the emotion in her heart.
'You say it's over for you, Ian, but it's not for me. I hope you remember the pain and the bewilderment and the bereftness you felt when your foster-parents made their clean break. That's what I feel now. The only difference is that you have no reason at all for turning your back on the love we could have shared. You simply chose to, deliberately, cruelly, . and callously. I don't know how you can live with that.'
She paused, but he did not answer her. The tanned skin had paled to sallow and shock registered in every taut line of his face. A savage little triumph burst across Maggie's brain. She had jolted him all right.
Then his lips moved stiffly, as if by an effort of will. 'No.' It was only an explosion of breath, barely a croak. He swallowed and his eyes were stricken with guilt. 'I'm not like them ... I didn't mean to ...'
She ignored the agonised protest, as relentless in her purpose as he had been in his. 'It would have been kinder if you'd never looked my way, never spoken to me, never made love to me. Just as it would have been kinder if that English couple had never taken you into their home. You let me taste your love and then you took it away. You chose to shut me out. But I won't let you ignore my grief, Ian. I won't speak of it again, but every time you see me at work, you'll know the torment of loneliness you've condemned me to.' She left him then, her words hanging over him like a mediaeval curse.