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thinking about how her wet curls had looked as if she’d just taken a shower fully dressed; the way her green eyes had both glowered at him and eaten him up; how she had stiffened her spine, showing off her tantalizingly perky breasts even more; and how her lips framed a mouth meant to soften under a man’s kisses. Attempting to shake loose of the image of her lush pink lips pursed at him when she had caught his gaze, he ground his teeth.
    Being a human, MacNamara didn’t hear Ian and his brother’s silent approach, but the redhead must have sensed or heard them. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw Ian and Duncan closing in on them.
    â€œI’ll take the lasses to their cottage,” Ian said to MacNamara. Once the words left his mouth, he thought he had sounded a little too insistent.
    MacNamara turned and gave him a knowing smile, his face crinkling in amusement. “I’d best return to the pub to finish my business. ’Night, my laird, lassies, Duncan.”
    He didn’t wait for the ladies’ objections— if they had intended to voice any. Giving Ian a polite nod, he hurried back to the pub.
    The other men would have a good-hearted chuckle when they learned Ian MacNeill had stolen MacNamara’s catch for the day.
    â€œLadies,” Ian said, bowing his head a little and motioned to his car. “I’ll take you to Baird Cottage since it’s on my way to Argent Castle. I’m Laird MacNeill, and this is my youngest brother, Duncan.”
    Both women stood still, not saying a word. Without waiting for either to respond, Ian stalked toward them and, without invitation, swung the redhead up into his arms. She gave a small cry of surprise. The other woman’s mouth parted in astonishment.
    â€œScottish hospitality,” Ian ground out, annoyed with himself for not leaving the women in MacNamara’s able care but unwilling to tolerate any protest. In that instant, he smelled Julia’s scent—an elusive floral fragrance that couldn’t veil what she truly was. The fragrance of exotic flowers enhanced the tantalizing feminine smell of her—appealingly all wolf .
    She was soft and curvaceous and all delectable woman, and she felt damn good against his body.
    He tightened his grip on her almost imperceptibly, like a male would a female, already wanting to keep her— in a strictly wolfish way —and not with any thought of whether she’d be the right kind of woman for him or not. He didn’t even know if the redhead was mated. Hell . He glanced at the other and took a deep breath, smelling the air. Maria was a wolf, too.
    Both women must have realized he was a wolf in the same instant, the way they took deep breaths and their eyes widened. He smiled. His expression had to appear as predatory as he felt.
    When Ian spun around and headed for the car, Duncan watched him with a darkly amused expression, but he didn’t appear in the least bit surprised. Ian hoped his brother hadn’t known him better than he knew himself. He had not intended to be doing this.
    â€œLadies,” Duncan said, accompanying them.
    â€œSarah, the woman who was waiting tables at Scott’s Pub, although she is co-owner and Scott’s wife, said she thought you were with the film crew. Actresses?” Ian asked.
    Duncan gave them a second look, this time his expression surprised. He wouldn’t know a star if he saw one any more than Ian would.
    His comment brought a smile to Maria’s lips. “Hardly.”
    â€œDoing what then?”
    â€œAssistant director—Maria Baquero. And this is my assistant, Julia—”
    â€œJones,” Julia hastily said.
    The way Maria stared at her and the fact that Julia had interrupted her boss made Ian suspicious. “Are you certain?” he asked Julia, as they reached the back passenger door.
    â€œWhy wouldn’t I be?” she asked haughtily back.
    â€œMiss Baquero