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and Declan cocked an eyebrow in challenge. More times than naught, he and Jared had shared a woman if they both had an itch for the lass. But not this time—he wanted Zoey for himself, and didn't intend to share her. An understanding, clear as day, passed between the two of them, with Jared backing off and conceding. Thankfully, she was so dazed by the day that Zoey missed the tiny interchange between them. Declan wondered what she would think if she knew he had just placed dibs on her scrumptious little body.
    "Make sure you drink some of the Scots tea, Zoey. It will warm you up better than anything else," Jared commented, giving her a wink to Declan's consternation. Jared always flirted with women, of every shape and size, and they lapped it up. Zoey was no different. She preened a little, blushing. Then Jared withdrew from the room, closing the door behind him and giving them some privacy.
    It was time Declan made her an offer.
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    At Jared's words about the tea, Zoey picked up the steaming mug, blowing on it first before taking a sip. It wasn't just tea in the mug, but tea mixed with heady whisky. She felt the burn of the potent brew and residual effects as it warmed her belly. She drank half of it down, her toes curling as warmth spread throughout her body, and took the edge off slightly before turning to her host.
    Declan was, without any doubt, her every dark fantasy brought to life. Confidence rippled off him; he had this sensual essence that stirred her in ways she never expected. He was, as her BFF would say, downright fuckable. He was unlike any of the guys she'd ever dated. Oh, sure, at twenty-eight she had had her fair share of relationships, but not one of those guys had ever made her body so aware of theirs with a knowledge that if she did sample what he offered she would be forever changed.
    He sat in the chair at an angle to hers, and opted for whisky straight up without the tea. His blue eyes missed nothing as he studied her, making her want to squirm in her seat.
    "What brings you to Scotland, lass?"
    How much to tell him? The thought of rehashing all the events of the last two weeks of her life seemed pointless. She didn't want him to see her as a victim. Not only that, but he was, in fact, a stranger. She wasn't in the habit of divulging her innermost secrets to someone she didn't know.
    "I've always wanted to visit Scotland." She couldn't forget the little fact that this trip was to remember who she was and to figure out what she wanted from her life. Ease some of the depression she felt at her great master plan being blown to bits in one fell swoop. Declan didn't need to know all the gory details. "And I recently experienced a job change and had the time to do it. So I thought, why not?"
    "So you decided to travel alone to a foreign country?" he probed, and she had the distinct awareness of his electric blue gaze that made her think of the ocean surrounding Hawaii. He was staring at her as if he wanted to bore inside the innermost sanctum of her soul.
    It figures. He was a dominant alpha, his virile aura permeated his every move. He was probably more familiar with women who clung to him. A woman who was able to travel on her own was, in all likelihood, as foreign to him as polar bear would be in the desert. Zoey reigned in any smart aleck responses. As his uninvited guest, until she knew the lay of the land better, she would hold her more sarcastic comments back, but only to save herself from being tossed out into the snow. "Well, none of my friends could make it, and I had a break from work, so I thought I would take a week."
    Correction, she'd been asked to resign or get fired because of that bastard she wasn't going to think about anymore. Karma would come for him. Make no mistake. And this week was all about getting away from the fallout of her imploding master plan.
    "I see. And now you no longer have any reservations."
    "No." Dammit. Her life was one big, twisted mess. If she couldn't even