Lewis Galbraith had written as follows about Bronwen's Aunt Nan's South African farm: "From all points of view, my own included, it would be best if she were to give up the farm, but like most women she will not listen to reason..."
His words were like a red rag to a bull to Bronwen, who promptly set out for South Africa to cope with the farm herself - and while she was at it, to meet this arrogant-sounding neighbour. But she had not expected to succumb to his attractions quite so quickly!
"Don't be ridiculous," she admonished herself. "It's absurd. He knows that women like him. He's far too handsome, far too sure of himself. Well, in short, he isn't your type at all and you know it. So don't forget it." But could she?
Lewis Galbraith had written as follows about Bronwen's Aunt Nan's South African farm: "From all points of view, my own included, it would be best if she were to give up the farm, but like most women she will not listen to reason..."
His words were like a red rag to a bull to Bronwen, who promptly set out for South Africa to cope with the farm herself - and while she was at it, to meet this arrogant-sounding neighbour. But she had not expected to succumb to his attractions quite so quickly!
"Don't be ridiculous," she admonished herself. "It's absurd. He knows that women like him. He's far too handsome, far too sure of himself. Well, in short, he isn't your type at all and you know it. So don't forget it." But could she?