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"You force me to tell you my secret and then speculate the answer I provide. You have little trust, Laird Kraig."
    "I trust no one. 'Tis part of my charm." He set her an arm's length away, determined to understand the relationship between her, him, and the amulet. "If you can see through my eyes, then tell me what I'm looking at."
    She sighed. "My breasts."
    "That was almost a given." He spun her around, but held onto her hand over her shoulder. "What now?"
    "A tree."
    Taveon rolled his eyes. Was she playing him for a fool? "We are in an orchard. This is not working."
    "Make a count with your fingers behind my back," she suggested.
    Taveon held up three fingers and stared off into the grove, feeling ridiculous for playing her game.
    "You must look at your hand," she scolded with a huff.
    He looked down at his fingers.
    "Three," she said.
    He held out one.
    "One."
    He switched again, and followed with a rapid succession.
    "Two, one, five, three, one." She released his hand and stepped away.
    Sweet Venus! Remarkable. This. Her. The logical, rational pragmatist inside him was still short of acceptance. "'Tis a trick."
    The woman growled, picked up the front of her skirt, and stomped straight toward a tree. A rather large tree.
    Taveon stepped in her path and linked his hand in hers, saving her from slamming into the trunk. "Please, tame your temper and explain this to me."
    She hooted. "I'm not the one with temper, m'laird. Regardless, I cannot explain it. I do not understand it myself. Angelo is the only other, and it does not work unless I'm touching him, nor does it work without the amulet."
    Taveon watched her lips as she continued chatting about colors, and lights and darks, and soon he no longer heard anything she said.
    If she spoke the truth, then the amulet was as powerful as Noreen had claimed. He'd never been more hopeful. He felt as if he'd discovered a king's treasure, not only in the talisman, but with Viviana as well. He needed the stone to break the curse, and she needed him to be her eyes. Regardless of what his da tried to teach him, Taveon wanted someone to depend on him like Cora-Rose depended on his twin brother. Taveon had denied himself any dreams because of how the curse had destroyed Da.
    Given their circumstances, there was only one obvious choice. A giddiness he'd never known washed over him as he became lost in Viviana's features. The woman had plush lips and straight teeth. A brown beauty mark beside the corner of her lips held his gaze. The moment he realized he wanted to kiss her, an odd flutter tickled his stomach.
    "Laird Kraig, are you listening to me?"
    He nodded and followed the dainty curve of her chin down her neck, over her collarbone, and...
    "Stop staring at my breasts!"
    Caught again. Taveon wanted to laugh, instead he ran the back of his fingers over her soft skin. "Forgive my wandering eyes, but ye have beautiful breasts."
    She reared back a fist, but he caught it this time. "Temper, sweetling. We must try to tolerate one another. 'Tis a long way back to Ravenhurst."
    "What are you speaking of?"
    "I must return to Scotland with the amulet, and ye refuse to let it go for reasons I now understand. Since I cannae ask ye to give it up, then I see only one option that will suit us both." Taveon pressed a hand at the small of her back, and flattened her front to his. He cupped her nape, closed his eyes, and descended on her open mouth. Whatever words she intended to speak got lost in his kiss.
    Her fists opened and flattened against his chest and the shiver that racked her body empowered his boldness. He broke the seam of her lips with his tongue and dove inside for a sweet taste of nectar. Just as he was about to pinpoint the familiar flavor, she broke free with an audible gasp.
    Misfortune was about to find a new home, for Viviana Gorini de' Medici Martinus da Vincenza was about to acquire another name. That of Kraig. "Would ye prefer to get married here or wait until we reach