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strangely inclined to believe her. There was something other-worldly about her, something fascinating and beguiling; he’d felt it from the start. And the attraction he felt for her, that was beyond his ken too. ‘Are you sure you didn’t cast a spell on me?’ he asked, half teasing.
    â€˜Of course not!’
    He pushed aside his plate and rested his chin on his hand. ‘ Could you cast a spell on me if you wanted to?’
    His smile curled so sensuously, how could she not remember his kisses? How could she not want more of them? He did not really believe her, but he had not dismissed her, nor mocked her. In fact, he seemed intrigued, which was rather delightful. And rather arousing. ‘What sort of spell?’ Jura asked, narrowing her eyes, trying not to smile back.
    Lawrence caught a lock of her hair, twining it round and round his finger. ‘Titian,’ he murmured, watching it uncoil. ‘Could you change the colour of my eyes, for example?’
    â€˜I wouldn’t want to. I’ve never seen such an extraordinary colour.’
    Lawrence touched her cheek, trailing his finger down the soft curve to the slender line of her neck. ‘You have the most beautiful eyes. I thought at first they were hazel, but they are like amber, with flecks of gold. When you look at me, I feel as if you can see right inside me. Can you? Can you read minds?’
    â€˜A little. I can read auras.’
    â€˜What does mine say?’
    He had her hand in his, his thumb stroking the pulse at her wrist. Rhythmic, rousing, it sent little flutters of sensation up her arm. Was he still teasing her? Jura tried to concentrate, placing a hand on his heart, feeling his nipple harden under her palm. The stroking moved up her forearm. The tingles moved down her spine. ‘You have a good aura. Honest. Trustworthy. Hardworking. You want to believe me,’ she whispered. ‘I think you want to believe me, but I can’t tell. You are very sensual—taste, touch, smell—they mean a lot to you.’
    â€˜But I told you that I have an eye for beauty. What else can you sense?’
    Jura swallowed. ‘Desire.’ She opened her eyes. Honeysuckle-sweet, sun-gold, it was unmistakable. Her belly tightened in anticipation. ‘You want me.’
    â€˜More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.’ The stroking stopped. ‘You’re sure that’s not a spell you’ve cast without my knowing?’
    Jura shook her head.
    The stroking started again, on the crease at her elbow. ‘And you?’ Lawrence said. ‘Do you feel it too?’
    â€˜Can’t you see it?’ Her breath was ragged. Her breasts strained at the lacings of her gown. She focused fiercely, letting her own pinking aura blaze through for just a moment, smiling triumphantly when she heard his intake of breath, saw from the way his eyes widened that she had succeeded.
    Lawrence’s laugh was a low growl which shivered over her skin. ‘More.’
    â€˜I don’t do tricks, except for the bairns,’ Jura said, but she was laughing all the same. Lawrence’s eyes were alight with surprise and delight. That he found the idea of her powers exciting excited her. She leaned across the table, placing her hand on his forehead and whispered the spell quickly under her breath. ‘There,’ she said. ‘Now do you believe me?’
    Lawrence touched his skin. It was warm, tingling, but it didn’t feel broken. Startled, he pushed back to his chair and went through to the other room to inspect it in the mirror. No sign of bruising or blood. Nothing. ‘Why bother with the balm, when you can do that?’
    â€˜My magic is a gift. It doesn’t do to waste it.’
    â€˜I wonder what other magic you can do,’ Lawrence said, pulling her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist, his mouth curved into a wicked smile.
    â€˜Right now, I am more interested in your magic,’