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dessert.”
    When
dinner was over, Otis left the dining room, leaving Abby alone with Devlin. At
the touch of Devlin’s warm hand on her arm, she looked up at him. His eyes
appeared a darker green, more compelling and unfathomable.
    “Come.
I’ll take you to your room.”
    His
deep, inviting command brought more heat to her face and tightened the ball of
nerves in her stomach. She reached up and played nervously with a button on her
blouse.
    As
they walked up the stairs, Devlin loomed beside her like a gorgeous giant. She
inhaled his alluring, spicy scent in spite of herself.
    I must stop this fascination I have with him.
Miranda is still missing.
    The
attraction building between them posed a threat to her goal of finding Miranda.
She’d always taken care of her sister, and she wasn’t going to stop now.
    Abby
directed her attention to the painting of the woman holding the chimes and away
from her sensuous thoughts. She looked up at him. “Who is the woman in this
picture?”
    Devlin
kept his gaze pinned to the portrait. He seemed to drink in the image like a
little boy seeing someone he cared about, after a long absence. “My mother.”
    “You
must look like your father.”
    A
muscle worked in his jaw. His eyes, now filled with anger, slid to hers. “I
guess so.” Control edged his voice as if he were holding back a dam of
emotions. “Have you ever been married?”
    “No.”
Not even close. She turned her attention back to the painting and away from her
concerned thoughts about Devlin. She couldn’t afford to consider his feelings
too closely; her focus needed to stay on finding Miranda. “Why is she holding
chimes?”
    “A
young woman made them by hand and sold them from the gift shop in the village.”
    Why
did he continuously evade her questions? Abby looked at the portrait. “She
looks so sad. Do you know why?” Abby closed her eyes for a moment and groaned
inwardly at her rudeness.
    Devlin
drew his gaze away from the portrait and looked down at his feet. A frown
furrowed his brow. “It doesn’t matter now.” His tight, clipped voice admonished
her further.
    “I’m
sorry. That was really rude of me. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    He
gave her a small smile. “Forget it.” He enclosed her hand in his as if it were
the most natural thing in the world.
    Devlin
entwined their fingers and pressed their palms together. Heat raced up Abby’s
arm and across her chest. Her breasts felt heavy and warm, while sexual tension
crackled between them. Just a couple of steps and she could be in his arms.
What was she thinking?
    She
tried to pull her hand free. He held on with a firm but gentle pressure. Why
was he holding her hand? Why the change in attitude? Was it his intention to
seduce her? Her heart pounded in an erratic dance. The pulse shimmied through
her veins. How could she be attracted to a man who might have been involved in
her sister’s disappearance?
    Whatever
his motives, she didn’t trust his actions. But why not play along? She might
uncover some of his secrets and find her sister in the process. Thankfully,
they’d reached the top of the stairs. Hoping to go ahead alone to her room,
Abby tried once again to remove her hand from Devlin’s hold. He tugged lightly
on her fingers and kept walking. “You seem anxious to be rid of me.” His quiet
tone warmed her, even as his thumb caressed the skin of her inner wrist.
    She
knew he felt her pulse jumping, but there was nothing she could do about it.
“No, it’s been a long day, that’s all.”
    In
a moment, they stood in front of her bedroom door. Slowly, he pulled her toward
him until his aura surrounded her in a sensual ambience. He stroked the back of
his hand over the hollow at the base of her throat, following the movement with
his eyes.
    Desire
swept through her blood and pooled in her stomach. Desire that she shouldn’t
feel, considering the circumstances; longing that had nothing to do with reason
and everything to do with the man