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other how to kiss until their lips ached. But even so, his kisses were always wet and rather poor in comparison to the kisses of Laird McKregan. It had never gotten past Calin's unskilled caresses before he had left with his father. He was eighteen then and twenty now.
    Andra sighed. Calin’s kisses now seemed dull and empty. Her eyes hazed as she recalled Laird McKregan’s hard hot demanding kiss and the power that had consumed her. She had been so foolish and clung to him. She groaned softly as she wished for just one more kiss from the laird. How she longed to be able to touch his rock hard body and feel his warm breath caressing her neck and whispering in her ear.
    Crimm took a deep ragged breath as he looked into his sister's pleading eyes. He could see the longing in her eyes and it tugged hard on his strings. It was an important gathering and he knew that everyone there would be looking for a mate, but how much trouble could she possibly get into?
    “ Ye must swear to wear a cape and keep yer face hidden and speak to na one 'cept me, ” he groaned knowing his decision was going against his better judgment.
    Andra's happy smile brightened his heart. He smiled as she flung herself into his arms and kissed his cheek. Any other man would have given her the moon for such a kiss, but her brother tried to stand his ground as she giggled in delight.
    “ Swear it! ” he ordered.
    “ Can I speak to Calin if he is there? ” she asked, “ As long as I wear my cape and speak to na one else? ” She almost begged.
    “ The stable boy? ” he questioned.
    “ Aye, the freckled faced one that I use to play with as a child, ” she answered.
    “ Only if he is ugly and deformed and already married off to another. ” Crimm spit, “ Now off with ye to get dressed 'fore I change my mind and lock ye in yer room! ”
    “ I swear I will wear my cape and speak to only ye and Calin, ” she returned over her shoulder as she ran to her room and under her breath she continued, “ And to anyone else that I find interestin'. ”
    Crimm's head sagged; his thoughts were heavy and taxed. Perhaps Kagan had forgotten about Ell'andra. After all, it had been nearly three years and Andra would soon be nineteen. By highland way of life, she should have been married and with babe by now. He thought she needed a husband to tame her wildness but Crimm knew that her defiance would never allow such a thing.
    Crimm frowned, he had given an oath to protect her and keep her intact until his laird came to claim her hand. He must see it through for three more years until her twenty-second birthday; hence the marriage claim would become null and void.
    He would permit this one gathering, for naught else but to see Andra happy for a few scant hours. He had kept her locked away and had forbidden her to leave the keep's grounds. His brow nervously pulled up and he hurried to his room to prepare for the gathering. It was only two hours of freedom, two hours too long, two hours with scores of men slobbering over the flesh of young women. By Dagma, he must let her have two hours!
    Andra hurried in case Crimm had a change of heart and met him in front of the stables. She wore her best, prettiest white gown and matching slippers. The gold manacle clung tightly to her bicep and a gold locket hung to her exposed bosom. The gown stretched tightly across her breast and they threatened to burst out at any second. She carefully draped the scarlet silk cape around her bare shoulders and pulled the hood over her gold streaked curls. The cape hid her eyes and nose only to actuate her full lips.
    A woman’s lips could be a man’s downfall and he groaned. He knew Andra was more than just another pretty face and that was a scary thought. He had overheard more than several of the guards and warriors saying that she was beautiful. Many men had died just to look upon a beauty such as hers. And then, he groaned again.
    “ Let us take our lea'e 'fore my sanity returns and I