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Glenna countered. “Let’s think about this, let’s talk it through.”
    While they talked—argued, discussed—Blair let it all stew around in the back of her mind. Pretty day, she thought absently. The sun shining on all that green. The lovely, long roll of land with cows grazing lazily. Tourists would be out, taking advantage of the weather after yesterday’s storm. Shopping in the towns, or driving out to gawk at the Cliffs of Mohr, getting their snapshots and videos of the dolmen in The Burren.
    She’d done the same thing herself, once upon a time.
    â€œSo, does Geall look anything like this?”
    â€œQuite a bit really,” Larkin told her. “It’s very like home, except, well, the roads, the cars, most of the buildings. But the land itself, aye, it is. It’s very like home.”
    â€œWhat do you do back there?”
    â€œAbout what, exactly?”
    â€œWell, a guy’s got to make a living, right?”
    â€œOh. We work the land, of course. And we’ve horses, for breeding, selling. Fine horses. I’ve left my father shorthanded. He may not be too pleased with me right at the moment.”
    â€œOdds are he’ll understand if you end up saving the world.” She should have known he worked with his hands, Blair realized. They were strong and hard, and he had the look, she supposed, of a man who spent the bulk of his time outdoors. All those sun-streaks in his hair, the light golden haze on his skin.
    Whoa, settle down, hormones. He was just another member of the team she’d been pulled into. It was smart to learnall you could about who was fighting beside you. And stupid to let yourself get little tingles of lust over them.
    â€œSo you’re a farmer.”
    â€œAt the bottom of it.”
    â€œHow does a farmer know how to use a sword the way you do?”
    â€œAh.” He swiveled around to face her more directly. For a moment, just a short moment, he lost his trend. Her eyes were so deep and blue. “Sure we have tournaments. Games? I like to play in them. I like to win.”
    She could see that as well, though it was probably more Hollywood than Geallian. “Yeah, me, too. I like to win.”
    â€œSo then, do you play games?”
    There was a teasing, playfully sexy undercurrent in the question. She’d have had to have been brain-dead to miss it. Brain-dead for a month, she decided, not to feel the little buzz.
    â€œNot so much, but I win when I do.”
    He draped an arm over the back of her seat in a casual move. “In some games, both sides are the winner.”
    â€œMaybe. Mostly when I fight, I’m not playing around.”
    â€œPlay balances out the fighting, don’t you think? And our tournaments, well, they’ll have served as a kind of preparation for what’s to come. There are many men in Geall, and some women besides, who have a good hand with a sword or a lance. If the war goes there, as we’re told it will, we’ll have an army to meet these things.”
    â€œWe’ll need it.”
    â€œWhat do you do? Glenna says that women must work for a living here. Or that most do. Are you paid in coin to hunt demons?”
    â€œNo.” He wasn’t touching her, and she couldn’t say he was putting moves on her. But she felt as if he were. “It’s not the way it works. There’s some family money. I mean we’re not rolling in it or anything, but there’s a cushion. We own pubs. Chicago, New York, Boston. Like that.”
    â€œPubs, is it? I like a good pub.”
    â€œWho doesn’t? Anyway, I do some waitressing. And some personal training.”
    His brows knit. “Training? For battle?”
    â€œNot really. It’s more for health and vanity. Ah, helping people get in shape, lose weight, tone up. I don’t need a lot of money, so it works out okay. Gives me some room, too, to take off when I need to.”
    She glanced over.