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    “I’ll get someone to see to it. I’m sorry you had to deal with her. Maybe this time she finally got the hint. I don’t care for her threats, though. Maybe we should call the police.”
    “I’d rather just forget about it. She’s nutty, but I don’t think she’d kill. You told her you were in love with me.” She slid him a glare from around the towel.
    “I did, yes.”
    “What the devil was that about? Were you trying to make her angrier?”
    “No. It got her attention. She’s thickheaded. Would you believe she’s been telling people she and I were going to marry? That was never on the table.”
    She growled at him. “Well, your brilliant distraction worked a little too well, dear . See?” Rhia moved the ice pack to show him her face. “No amount of makeup’s going to cover this.”
    “I’d like to punch her for that. I won’t. Mama raised me better, but I want to. Ask Devin to heal it, or teach you a glamour.”
    “No. It’s a small price to pay to be rid of her. I think I’ll wear it out. A warning of sorts. Are all your old girlfriends as crazy as she is?”
    “Liv did try to warn me. Why don’t you stay back here? I’ll lock up.”
    “God, I’m tired. Here.” She pressed the cool pack of ice to her cheek, slipped the door keys out of her pocket and handed them to Skye. Her fingers brushed his on the exchange.
    He had only been gone a few minutes before coming back and laying her keys on the table. Skye tilted her chin with a finger to inspect the damage and brushed a kiss across her cheek.
    Her heart slammed in her chest. “You never answered my question. Why did you tell her you were in love with me?” Something was different about him. He was smiling at her, but it wasn’t a comforting, easygoing, friendly sort of smile, or even a playful one. Skye was a predatory cat sizing up his prey.
    “I’m tired of hiding my feelings for you.”
    Her breath caught. “You’re in love with me? Me?”
    His fingers began loosening the pins holding her hair in place. “Mmm. Yes I am. I’ve wondered how many of these it took to hold back all that fire.”
    “Seven of them.” Rhiannon watched as he pocketed the pins. “You’re taking my hairpins? Have you lost your mind?” Or maybe she had lost hers, because she was leaning into him, giving in to the sensations of Skye’s fingers threading through her hair, trailing down it until his hands met the curve of her back and she was pressed against him.
    “Maybe I have. You drive me crazy.”
    “Skye.” She tried to block them, but the images flooded through her mind as familiar as memories. She could smell the wet grass, and peat fire of the cottage where Etain tended to a sick child. She felt the kick of the babe she carried and the roundness of her stomach, his arms around her with so much love for the child they had made. Daemon drawing her close and leaning down to press his lips to hers. The memory shimmered into the present and it was Skye who held her.
    * * * *
    He shifted, leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, testing kiss. Just the barest touch had the magic humming through him roaring to life. Could she sense it? Give her time to accept or deny the touch. Shock rippled through her, along with a desire so strong it whiplashed into him through his empathic gift and broke any control he might have had left.
    “I love you, Rhiannon.”
    Normally she would have shied away from his touch, instead Rhia linked her arms around his neck and he took the kiss deeper, feeling the heat of her body. She tasted honey-sweet and achingly familiar, as if he’d held her like this a thousand times.
    His hands found the hem of her blouse and slid under the soft material just enough so he could skim his fingertips over the smooth warm skin of her back. He pulled back and drew in ragged breaths.
    Her face was flushed, and when she fluttered open her eyes, they were dazed. She sighed his name.
    “I want you so much, I can’t