Valley of the Vapours
Tisha studied the strength in his jawline, the chiseled cheekbones and nose, passed over the faint cleft in his jutting chin, hesitated a second on the sensual line of his mouth before lifting her gaze to his eyes.
"You still can't let yourself agree with me, can you?" Roarke said softly, but he didn't wait for her to reply. "The Indians called this place the Valley of the Vapours. This ground was sacred to all tribes. They came here in peace to bathe their sick and wounded in the springs. I mentioned earlier that we were on neutral ground. I'm willing to declare a temporary truce if you are."