Marian was nearly biting her tongue after having said 'Robin', because for one thing: she hadn't given him a thought until now, and for another thing: would Guy strangle her? The last time she had thrown the name 'Robin' in his face, the end had been messy and she had aching stiches and scars on her body to show for it. But no, Guy seemed to be just as enraptured with his own needs as before.

Body parts. That's all this man or any man has on his mind. To puncture or combine. Body parts, body parts, body parts. God, I hate the lot of them!!

"I certainly won't stop you going back to bed and thinking about the sheriff naked, Guy," she said in an icy tone. "But before you do that, tell me this: is Robin here in Paradisa? And if not, where is he?"

He may babble all he likes, but he owes me that piece of information, at the very least.