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trust her own powers.”
    She rolled onto her back and found his face in the darkness. He had a beautiful face. But it was not necessarily his best feature. Not when he was naked, as he was now.
    “Maybe I was wrong,” she said, and refused to be distracted by his chest or his arms or his other attributes, equally astounding but not quite so visible. “Maybe I pushed her too hard. After all, the mission is…”
    “Simply a means of coaxing little Faye to realize her potential?”
    She covered her eyes with her hand. “What have I done?”
    “I believe you have forced her to face her fears.”
    “What if she gets hurt?”
    “She already hurts,” he said. “The question is, who else might be injured while she learns to control her powers.”
    “She’s so very gifted. Much more than she knows. But her past…” Maddy lowered her hand, found his gaze with her own. His eyes looked old and calm, even in the darkness. “What happened to her? Why won’t she tell us?”
    He touched her face, etching her cheek as if memorizing the lines. “ You rarely speak of the past.”
    She closed her eyes to the feel of his fingers against her skin. “It’s too terrible,” she said. “Her past, it’s too awful to face, isn’t it?”
    “She’s here with us now,” he said, and swept a lock of hair behind her ear. Feelings, soft and mellow, skittered like rainbows along the course taken by his magical fingertips.
    “Because of you,” she said.
    He smiled a little, that rare gem of contentment that made her world right. Safe. “I brought her here. She stayed because of you.”
    Turning onto her side, she kissed his fingers. “Thank you,” she said.
    “For what?”
    Tears blurred her vision. “For saving her. For saving Ella.” She closed her eyes to the memories, to the pain.
    “The committee pays me to find the most gifted,” he said. “You know that.”
    “I was not the most gifted,” she murmured, and opened her eyes, finding him in the darkness. Finding peace.
    “Perhaps not then,” he said.
    “I can never repay you,” she whispered, and at her words his ancient eyes grew more solemn still.
    “You have already given me more—” he began, but she placed a finger to his lips, stopping him.
    “I want to repay you,” she said, and ran her hand down his chest. It was as hard and smooth as glass. Strong and dark and beautiful.
    “Ahh, well…” His words were little more than a sigh. “If you must.”
    She moved closer, felt his desire shift against her. “I must.”
    “Though I suppose it will not be as pleasant for you as if I were as large as say…a Scotsman.”
    She smiled at the lovely edge of jealousy in his voice. She supposed she was petty. She also supposed she didn’t care. It had taken him years to reveal any emotion at all, and she could not help enjoying watching his eyes darken, hearing his breathing change. “Ahh, McBain,” she said, and sighed.
    “God help us,” he groused, shifting away, and she laughed as she wrapped her hand around him, capturing his full attention
    “I wouldn’t trade you for a dozen Scots,” she murmured, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
    “Are you certain?” he asked.
    “Unless they were as large as—” she began, but in that moment he kissed her, making her forget that Scotsmen even existed.

Chapter 3
    R ogan McBain’s eye was throbbing.
    He stood alone in the kitchen of his rented town house and gazed out on the street below. The sun was just now rising from its rosy slumber. The time that always made him introspective.
    Perhaps he should not have returned to London. He had seen enough trouble here in the past, and God knew he didn’t belong amid the preening ton. Hell, he barely belonged indoors. But where was he to be these days? He had been a lieutenant in His Majesty’s Army for more years than he cared to count, but it was no secret that some called him the Celtic Beast.
    Below him, a bright chestnut clopped past, bearing a man in a