Gina's face grew pale with shock It couldn't be Rhyder. Not after all these years. But there was no mistaking the tall, darkly tanned figure moving menacingly nearer. Like a child, a young, naive Gina had once worshipped Rhyder Owens. But her desire for him, even then, had been like a woman's. Gina was older now, an intelligent, sophisticated lawyer. Yet she felt the waves of panic rising inside her. "Why did you have to come back to Maine? " she protested in angry despair. "I don't want you here. All I want to do is forget. " Rhyder's narrowed blue eyes raked her body chillingly. "You couldn't possibly have forgotten that you are my wife! "