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to see, milord?”
    “Is the heather in bloom? And the poppies? And the clover?”
    “Aye, milord. The heather and the clover and poppy are in full bloom. The hillsides are ablaze with color. Purples and reds and whites. And yellows and oranges and greens. The grass and the trees and the bushes are rich with the shades of summer. Just lean out the window and breathe. You can smell it.”
    There was a lilt to her voice he found mesmerizing. Iain moved closer to the window and breathed. For just a moment he could almost see the colors of Scotland.
    His arm touched her, her muslin gown soft to his touch. “And tell me, what of Kenneth? Is he fair or dark, old or young, tall or short?”
    She laughed. “He’s tall, milord, though not as tall as you, and broad of shoulder and strong like you. And he has a twinkle in his eyes that glows with mischief.”
    “That I do na have?”
    “That I have na seen.”
    “How very cautious of you. Go on.”
    “He has hair as red as the sun at sunset and a beard with streaks of silver that he keeps trimmed neatly. He is kind and gentle and has a ready smile on his lips at all times.”
    “How old do you think our Kenneth is?”
    “Perhaps forty summers. I do na think many more.”
    “And what about you?”
    “Me?”
    “Aye. What do you look like? Are you dark or fair? Just pretty or beautiful?”
    “Far from beautiful, milord. I am very plain to look upon. Hardly noticed.”
    “I canna believe that. And what of your hair?” Iain lifted his hand and ran his fingers through the long silky strands that hung nearly to her waist.
    “It is brown, milord. A very ordinary color of brown.”
    “And your eyes, my fair Agatha? What color are your eyes?”
    “I am na sure, milord. I have been told they are blue at times and green at others. It is a color I took from my mother, except hers were a beautiful green as vibrant as the leas after a spring rain.”
    Iain cupped her cheeks between his two hands, her skin silky smooth to his touch. He rubbed his thumbs over eyes he imagined as green as the leaves, then along her high, noble cheekbones and down her upturned nose, then along the ridge of her jaw. The feel of her delicate features beneath his fingers sent his heart to racing in his chest. “What of your smile, my Aggie?” he asked running a thumb over her lips. “Is it as warm and inviting as it seems?”
    “I don’t…I’m na… Please, milord,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and ragged.
    “Do you think it would be possible to call me by my Christian name? It’s Iain.”
    “Please, Iain—”
    Before she had time to beg for anything more, he lowered his head until his lips touched hers. She was not eager for his kiss like he’d hoped, but timid and shy. Almost as if she had never been kissed before.
    He pressed his lips against hers, tasting her sweetness, reveling in her innocence. He moved with soft deliberation, kissing her gently until she lifted her mouth to meet him with more confidence. Over and over he worshipped her mouth, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue lightly tracing the juncture to her warm cavern. He froze at the opening, hesitant to enter.
    Raking his fingers through her hair, he cupped the back of her head to hold her close, then moved with infinite pleasure to the side of her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat and Iain pulled her closer and pressed his mouth against hers with greater desperation.
    He kissed her again and again while his hands moved over her body, down her back, over her hips, around her front to just below her breasts. He was past the point of all rational thought. He wanted nothing more than to have this fairy who had sprinkled him with her own special moon dust to make his blindness tolerable.
    He kissed her again, deeper, then again, vowing that he would stop before it was too late.
    He owed her that much.
    . . .
    The blood thundered in her head. Her heart