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get home, I’m going to tie you to the bed and tease you for hours.”
    She giggled and lifted her face to look at him.   “Only if you let me do the same.”
    “Agreed.”
    They lay in each other’s arms for nearly an hour before a shot rang out too close for comfort.   Instantly, they were on their feet.
    “Channing?”
    “Get dressed,” he murmured and rushed to his clothes.
    A knot of fear formed in Abby’s stomach.   There were few men in the area, and Channing’s men had guns to be used only in emergency.
    Channing was waiting for her by the time she finished dressing.   He took her hand as they rushed into the jungle to return home.
    The gunshot had been close, very close.   Abby was glad Channing always had his own rifle with him, along with the pistol and long knife he kept at his waist.  
    They hadn’t gone far when Channing skidded to a halt.   Abby peered around his shoulder and gasped as she recognized her father and a dozen of his men.
    Her father stood immaculate in tan trousers, highly polished black boots, a dark green jacket, and dark brown hat.   His hazel eyes regarded her with a mix of anger and resentment.
    For a man in his mid-fifties, he was tall, fit, handsome, and easily charmed women.   But beneath his good looks was a soul as black as night.   He cared for no one other than himself.
    “Finally,” Huntington said with a sneer.   “Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you in the Godforsaken continent, Abigail?”
    Abby fisted her hand in Channing’s wrinkled shirt.   The fury and annoyance shooting from her father’s gaze told her he hadn’t come to talk.
    An image of her mother’s face flashed in her mind, and Abby knew it was time to face her father as he had in her mind so many times.   She’d waited for this moment for years.   She took a deep breath and stepped from behind Channing.
    “How nice of you to join me, Father. Has Africa agreed with you?”
    He lifted his lip in a sneer.   “You know how I hate the outdoors.”
    “Actually, I don’t know anything about you.”   Years of anger and resentment threatened to drown her as she let it loose.   “How could I when you chose your mistresses over your wife and daughter?”
    “Is that what this is about?” he demanded and took a menacing step toward her.
    Channing moved to block her, but Abby wasn’t about to cower before her father.   She squeezed Channing’s hand to let him know she appreciated what he was doing.
    She glanced at her father’s men.   “Actually...Father...this isn’t about anything other than my happiness.”
    “Whoring about?”
    Channing stiffened beside her.   Abby’s mind worked quickly.   If her father provoked Channing, he would attack, and her father’s men would kill him.   She couldn’t let that happen.
    “Call it what you will,” she said as flippantly as she could.   “I learned from you.”
    His lips peeled back over his teeth as he growled.   “Why you insolent bitch.”
    Abby took a deep breath and smiled.   “I’ve been planning this moment for years,” she said as she walked toward him.   Channing tried to hold her back, but she needed her retribution too desperately.
    “What?”   Huntington looked at her contemptuously.
    “When did you discover the money was mine?”
    A murmur went through his men.   Huntington silenced them with a look before turning back to her.   “I tried to sell the house.   The lawyers informed me of the state of the will.”
    “Ah,” she said and laughed.   “I wish I could’ve been there to see your face when they informed you that you had a week to vacate the house.”
    “How dare you!” he bellowed.   “I’m your father!”
    “You were no father,” she said and let her anger show.   “You were a man who couldn’t keep his trousers fastened.   You were a man who killed others with a wave of your hand.   You were a man who took women, used them, and then threw them away as if they were