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replaced his sadness. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was a child who had just received a Christmas gift.
    “If you’re not Ducky, then tell me who you are.”
    Sebastian frowned, and then moved closer to Michelle. “I told you my name. It hasn’t changed.”
    “What’s your last name?” If she knew that she could track down a relative. Maybe someone was looking for him. It was obvious he wasn’t thrusting on all cylinders. She closed the gap and looked into his soft blue eyes. Was it fair that someone so gorgeous was a nutcase?
    Her fear was gone. He wasn’t going to hurt her, she could tell. He wanted nothing more than to talk. Well, to talk and to fuck. He’d made that emotion perfectly clear.
    “Maddox,” he whispered. His hand was gentle as he caressed her cheek and a sigh escaped Michelle’s lips. His touch was like magic, and unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Huge blasts of pleasure shot through her as he stroked her. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, to claim his lips and kiss him, deeply.
    She leaned into his chest even as her brain warned her against what was happening. “I thought the Maddox family was all gone.”
    He was kissing her now, his lips trailing across her forehead and down her nose, landing on her lips and claiming them in a possessive gesture that perfectly matched what she’d just thought. It was almost as if he could read her mind.
    Oh no, Michelle thought, I’m falling for the crazy person the family keeps in the attic. That’s what Marta and her family are guarding. Shit. No, no this can’t be happening.
    Um, yes, yes. Lord I hope this is real. Sebastian’s tongue pushed for entrance and Michelle opened her lips, sucking him into her, savoring the feel of his tongue as he swept inside.
    Sebastian’s deep moan seemed to reverberate in her chest and when he pulled his lips away from hers, she felt as if he’s sucked her heart out as he’d left. “I can’t believe that you’re real. That you can see me. Hear me. Feel me.”
    He pulled her closer and Michelle wound her arms around his broad shoulders. Her fingers caught in his beautiful hair and she gathered some of it in her hands.
    “Let me take you to the house. Marta can help you I’m sure.” Then we’ll find a professional who’ll cure you of the idea you haven’t talked to someone in one hundred and eighty six years.
    “Marta can’t help me,” Sebastian said. “No one can help me. They’ve all tried. They’ve all failed.”
    He kissed her again, the feeling spreading down Michelle’s body until it settled in her “quim.” She giggled that the old-fashioned word had slipped into her brain. When Sebastian stepped back, the look of pain had returned. He looked toward the rising sun and tears filled the corners of his eyes.
    “Please believe me when I say that I’m sorry. I want to stay with you, but I can’t.”
    Michelle’s anger came back. She took a step away from him and put her hands on her hips. “Forget the cryptic cloak and dagger bull and tell me why not.” She knew she should be careful. If he really was mentally unstable, talking to him like this might not be a good idea. Of course neither was kissing him, or contemplating other ideas, like taking him inside her.
    When he didn’t answer she waved a hand in his face, as if to snap him out of a stupor. “Are you married?
    “No.” The answer was so soft she barely heard it. The first rays of morning sunshine hit the beach and Michelle turned toward it, smiling as the new day started. It was so gorgeous here, to see the sun begin its ascent high above the earth, to hear the soft chirp of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind.
    “Listen, Sebastian.” She turned back to him, not quite sure what she should say. “I’m a little freaked out by all this. I don’t usually allow men I don’t know to, um, pleasure me.”
    “The pleasure was mine.” His smile made his face light up. “You were so