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299 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 1, 1998
He'd gorged himself on women when he'd learned his Rowena had wed another, but none of them had captured his heart or satisfied his soul the way she could.
"He was wed to you and kept another woman?"
"Aye. It chafed on my pride some[...]but actually, I was grateful, for it meant Padruig did not seek my bed."
Lion tipped her chin up so their eyes met. "Never?" When she nodded, his eyes twinkled.
Selena was newly arrived at Blantyre, but rumor had it she was a talented and inventive bedmate. Had she approached him the day before, Lion would have been tempted. As it was, he felt scant interest in the lush curves she pressed close to him...
"You'd just as soon not see (the room) misused by some careless trollop." He looked pointedly at Lady Selena, who leaned close to the earl as she refilled his ale
"Nay." She put her hands over her ears, body shuddering in the grip of the same emotions that sent his own heart racing.
"Aye." Impatient, he took her shoulders and gazed deep into the eyes that had haunted his dreams for years. "Much has changed in six years, but this hasn't." He brought his mouth down on hers, hard, demanding a response.
She stiffened, her gasp of shock and, likely, outrage muffled by his kiss. She tried to twist free. He wouldn't let her go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
"Nay." Ashamed and frightened of what she'd almost done, of the way her body had turned traitor to her mind, she pushed weakly against him. "Let me go."
To you, mayhap, but I do not care one wit for a—"
"This is no whim. Lives are at stake."
His anxiety pierced her anger. "What is going on?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Please, Rowena," Lion whispered. "This is your chance to save hundreds of men, women and bairns."
"How?"
"I will tell you later."
"I will not mind leaving here at all," he confessed.
"When will you go?"
"When my work is done, my ends accomplished."
"What work? What are you trying to do?"
Lion shook his head in silent warning just as they reached her chamber. "Ah, here we are." He opened the door and whisked her inside before she could say a word. As he closed the portal, he cut off Dunmore Gunn's protest.
"What—?" Rowena exclaimed.
Lion pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his.
What is it? Is something wrong?"
He looked down at her, the sun behind him, hiding his expression in shadow. "Now what could be wrong on such a fine day?" he asked, grinning.
He was waiting for something or someone.
Rowena did not know how she knew, she just did. She thought suddenly of the men who had attacked them on the stairs. Her pulse jumped in alarm. She wanted to ask him if he'd learned anything, he'd been adamant about keeping the incident a secret.