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real.”
    “It’s not childish. It’s sweet.” He stared at her in the moonlight. “Are you sure you’re not one of them?”
    Karen playfully slapped his chest. “Stop it. You said you wouldn’t laugh.”
    “I’m sorry.” He turned her toward him. “I simply meant you’re as beautiful as a fairy.”
    “Thank you.” Her eyes wandered to the ground, the trees, the gardens, anywhere but to the man in front of her.
    As he leaned closer to kiss her, his handyman hurried across the ground. “Mr. Troyington, we have a problem.”
    Bradford stepped back and turned to him. “What’s wrong, Cray?”
    Cray hesitated and glanced at Karen. “We couldn’t hold him, and he got out before we could lock him up.”
    “Find him,” Bradford said. “Let him know he’s pushing his luck.”
    Cray nodded. “You know you should’ve put him in the other facility.”
    Karen looked at both men. “What’s going on? Who’s pushing his luck?”
    Bradford held his hand up as a quiet flapping sounded, growing steadily louder. A huge shadow covered the moon, hung in the air for a split second, then dove at them, the wind screaming over its wings. Bradford threw Karen to the ground, and Cray dropped down as whatever it was peeled off toward the tree line.
    He raised his head, looking for the creature. “I think we found your large bird.”
    Karen sat up, brushing leaves and grass from her jacket. “I think you’re right,” she said with a shaky laugh.
    Bradford eyed the sky, scowling. “We’d better get back to the house.” He turned to Cray. “Let Harmon know about this and take care of the situation.”
    Cray nodded and ran off as they jogged back to the squares of light spilling from the mansion’s windows. Karen stopped on the porch, turning back to the darkness. What was all that about? She had a feeling that Cray and Bradford were talking about Randall. What facility did they mean? And why did Bradford have such a look of concern on his face after Cray told him? Once again, too many questions. He gave her a gentle, yet insistent, push into the drawing room, locking the doors behind them.
    “What do you think it is?” she asked.
    The guests turned to them.
    “Did something happen?” Edna asked.
    “We intruded on a large bird’s nesting place,” Bradford said. “It let us know in no uncertain terms we weren’t welcome there.”
    Karen stared at him. “That thing was huge. Are you sure it’s a bird?” Bradford’s explanation was a little too quick, like he knew what it was that dove at them.
    “Most birds, especially the ones in this area, are much bigger than people realize.” He took her hands in his. “I sent Cray to my stable master to have him go look for it. In the morning, he can relocate it to another area on the estate.”
    She glanced at the window, her knees still shaking. “That might be best. If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to turn in,” she said, heading for the door.
    Bradford reached out, capturing her hand. “It’s still early. Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”
    “I’m sure. I’m tired and I need to make a phone call.” She gave him a quick smile as she pulled her hand from his. “Too much excitement for one evening.”
    He walked her to the door. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    She nodded to the guests as they wished her sweet dreams. Her feet carried her swiftly up the staircase and down to her room. She sighed when she finally locked herself away from everyone, especially her host. She’d been relieved when they were interrupted before he kissed her.
    She sat on the bed and closed her eyes. She took three deep breaths and relaxed every muscle, focusing on the still pond in her mind she used to center herself. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. The art on the walls of nature scenes eased her jumbled feelings.
    The glass on the french doors to the balcony were frosted and had animals etched into them. Sheer, ivory