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appraisal of her face and figure, a caress in itself, made her shiver.
    Marie-Claude forced another breath into her lungs. ‘Do you live here? In Old Wincomlee?’
    ‘Nearby.’
    ‘Then it is my good fortune that you had by chance ridden down to the bay. If you had not—’
    ‘No…’ Zan broke in. ‘I think it is my good fortune.’
    Zan stretched out his hand, palm up, not at all surprised when Marie-Claude instantly placed hers there. He lifted her slender fingers to his lips. Was this it? Was this the premonition, driving him with an urgency that he had not been able to cast aside, to be at the harbour at the exact time that she was in danger? He had been meant to save her. It had been meant that their paths should cross. Even when he had brought her to shore, the strange link had held fast, even when she was perfectly safe, so that he felt the need to carry her into the inn rather than leave her to her own devices. Was this desire to put her beyond all danger, to cherish her—was this driving force how it felt to fall in love?
    No! It was a dousing of cold water, as if a wave had just broken over his head. Love was an emotion to be avoided at all costs.
    But this woman spoke to him. Called to him. He could not deny it.
    ‘I had to come down to the bay,’ he admitted as much to himself as to her. ‘I didn’t know why, but now I do.’
    Not understanding, Marie-Claude tilted her head, hoping he would continue, accepting when he did not. He did not have to explain. It was enough that he had been there, enough that he was here now with her. Since he still held her hand with no immediate intention of releasing her, Marie-Claude stood. In her bare feet she came only to his shoulder. It sent a jolt of delight through her. She had never felt so safe, so protected. Notthat she needed protection, but sometimes a woman liked to feel the power and strength of a man…
    He took a handkerchief from his pocket.
    ‘What is it?’
    ‘Nothing to disturb you.’
    Gently he wiped a smear of drying sand from her cheek, from her jaw, and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. Then couldn’t resist stroking his fingers over that same cheek. Soft, smooth. Alluringly flushed. It took all his control not to kiss a path along the curve from her ear to that inviting mouth. To take those lips with his own. To feel them part and welcome him…
    Of course he couldn’t! Hell and damnation! What the devil was he thinking? Here was no tavern wench who would ask for and enjoy his attentions. This was a wellborn lady, alone and unprotected, who deserved respect, courtesy. And here he was touching her face, kissing her hand, thinking—if truth was in it—of nothing but taking her to his bed, stripping away that pretty gown and making her body subject to his.
    ‘I think you might have saved my life.’ She broke into the private scene that had already driven his body into hard arousal. ‘How can I ever repay you?’
    ‘You don’t have to.’ It seemed that her being there with him in the inn parlour was all the reward he needed, enough to last him a lifetime. He thought he should tell her that, but all his habitual facility with words had deserted him.
    ‘I don’t think the tea will come,’ she observed with a glimmer of a smile.
    ‘No. I don’t think it will.’
    ‘I was at fault, not watching the tide, and I was not very gracious.’
    ‘You could not have known. And you were afraid.’ Still he held her hand in his, and Marie-Claude felt no urge to demand its return. She realised he was looking quizzically at her.
    ‘What is it? More sand? I must look a positive wreck. As for my dress…’ She looked down at the ruined flounces with a grimace.
    ‘You are beautiful.’
    A deliberate pronouncement that took her aback. Cheeks aflame, Marie-Claude managed a soft laugh. ‘You flatter me.’
    ‘No. I tell you the truth. And if you are going to tell me that no man has ever told you that before, then I would have to say that you