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to take a shower.” She pulled a white robe from the closet.
    “All alone?” Calum raised a brow suggestively.
    “Not funny.” With the robe tucked under an arm, she crossed the room and snatched a desk chair that she pulled behind her towards the bathroom.
    Too damn cute for her own good. “Must you sit down?”
    She stopped to glare at him. “No, Calum, I’m wedging this chair under the doorknob — the locked doorknob — as extra insurance against you. If you dare come near that door — ”
    He flinched. “‘Twas a jest, Beth. I’ll not intrude on your bathing.” Noting a lack of humour let alone arousal in her expression, he decided she was in no mood for him to clarify when she may deem his intrusion appropriate.
    The door closed abruptly. The sounds of a scuff and rattle followed. Calum snorted disapproval and then looked over the room. She said to phone for service. A fine idea. A telephone sat on the desk against the wall. Surely he could manage room service; it was self–explanatory. He picked up the phone and frowned — not one offer to serve — but there was a bell tone.
    “Ah,” he said smugly, putting the phone down. A servant would answer his page. He crossed his arms over his chest and peered out the window.
    Ten minutes later, he still had no whiskey.
    Though he hated to leave the room to seek help, he was resigned to do just that when a soft wind gusted behind him lifting the hair off his neck. No windows were open to let in such a breeze. His leg muscles tensed. Windless breezes preceded only one occurrence.
    “Bloody hell,” he mumbled.
    “You were supposed to speak into the mouthpiece,” said a voice behind him. “Humans are pitiable mind readers.”
    Calum steeled himself and turned.
    Leaning against the wardrobe was the trickster, dressed in a pale green waistcoat over close–fitting breeches belted in black leather with a gleaming, square buckle set in his middle. One knee–high, black, cuffed boot was propped casually on the seat of the chair.
    “Finn, I didn’t expect to be seeing you again so soon,” he whispered and glanced toward the thin door with Beth on the other side.
    “You’re so newly human,” Finn said. “You’ll be seeing me fine enough.”
    That wasn’t what Calum had meant. He knew humans weren’t able to see Finn unless he allowed it. He’d meant — what the hell was Finn doing there?
    “How is it, being human once again?” Finn pushed off the chair to give Calum a look–over. “I expected to see you in a tangle of bed sheets regardless of your,” his gaze dropped to Calum’s groin, “‘incapacity.’ Is your true love not happy to see you?”
    Vowing to control his temper before his head burst, Calum counted to five and took a deep breath. A soft grunt escaped him as he unclenched his teeth. He and Finn were eye–to–eye. Calum took a step back. He would not be examined like a prime specimen.
    “Perhaps I can help,” said Finn.
    Ah now, there’s a suggestion. He gave the immortal his full attention.
    Beth’s voice sounded from the bathroom. “I could have sworn I brought that robe in here.”
    Finn’s lips curled in a thin smile. He held the white terry robe up between two fingers.
    Calum rolled his eyes. That wasn’t the help he’d had in mind.
    “You don’t want Bethia out here in a wee towel?” Finn asked.
    “Well …”
    “Calum,” Beth called. “I’ve washed some things in the sink, so I need a robe. Bring me one, but turn your back first. Just hold the robe out, and I’ll grab it.”
    The trickster put a finger to his lips.
    Calum shook his head and advanced on Finn. “That kind of help I don’t need.” He jerked the robe from Finn’s grasp that was so loose the robe snapped into the desk light sending it clattering to the floor.
    Finn looked pleased despite his robe game gone to ruins.
    “Calum! What are you doing out there?”
    He rapped on the bathroom door with his knuckles.
    It opened a crack. She hooked