“Wasn’t it reckless of you to come here? ” Lee had been trying not to let Max Van Breedan’s questioning irritate her, but she had not succeeded. “Oh,” she sputtered, “I can see you’re one of those cold-blooded people who make fun of love! Love doesn’t wait to be invited. Adrian knew I’d come to Curaçao once I was free of my singing engagement. ” “Whether he needed you or not. ” His words were spoken quietly, but they slashed through her. Supposing Adrian had let her down—or gone away as Max had said? What would she do?