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Authors: Karen Hawkins
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He slipped his knee between hers and opened her thighs. Her robe slipped even more, revealing her body to his hungry gaze. God, but she was seductive; he ached for her touch even as she gave it. Her hands never stilled, seeking, stroking, undoing buttons until she’d opened his breeches.
The feel of her hands on his bared waist brought him to his senses.
This was how she tricked me before. It is how she will trick me again.
The thought was like ice water upon his passion.
He pushed himself away and looked down at her. She appeared somehow vulnerable, her eyes were half closed, her face flushed with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her skin white against the blue silk robe, her dark hair making her eyes appear almost emerald.
Never had any woman worn the flush of passion better, yet Robert found the strength to leave her by remembering the last time she’d been like this, moaning beneath him. He’d been enthralled, enraptured . . . and at the end of that day, she’d tricked him into marriage and disappeared.
Ignoring the thundering of his heart, he rose from the bed and adjusted his clothing, saying with a coolness he was far from feeling, “I shall send my carriage in the morning to convey you wherever you wish. Just don’t make the mistake of appearing at Ross’s.”
She sat upright, tightening her robe, her cheeks pink. “And what am I to tell Aniston?”
“The truth; that I informed you that it would be a wasted effort.” He lifted his brows. “Or you can tell me what that cretin holds over you, and I will deal with him for you. However you wish it.”
Her lashes dropped as she looked down at the robe sash between her fingers. “No. I will deal with Aniston. He is my problem, not yours.”
Robert shrugged. “Have it as you will.” He went to the door and unlocked it. “When I’ve retrieved that damned box, I’ll return.”
“I won’t be here,” she said sharply.
“Go where you will; I will find you nonetheless.” He smiled. “I always have.”
And with that he was gone, the door closing firmly behind him.
C HAPTER 7
A letter from Alexander MacLean to his brother-in-law, Robert Hurst.
The last time you came to visit Caitlyn, you wondered if there were some interesting research tomes in my library. Naturally your sister would not allow such an innocuous question to rest, and she has combed the shelves to make a list of all of the books that might be of interest to either you or any of your brothers. That is, she has combed all of the
lower
shelves. She left it to me to do the
higher
ones.
May I point out that the library is
very
large? And that this little task took me
hours
?
It would be easier to cut off my own leg than disappoint my wife, so I must ask that you refrain from ever wondering anything aloud in my house again. Like all of the Hursts, she has no concept of the word “no.”
T he luxuriously large coach lumbered down a narrow lane through the Scottish countryside. The verdant hills had given way to mountainous crags that loomed in the distance, white tipped against the gray sky.
Grasping a ceiling strap, Robert stretched his legs, glad that they were within two days of reaching Balnagown Castle, where Sir Lachlan Ross resided.
The last week had been interminable, the roads at times nearly impassable, the days filled with grayness and rain, the inns damp and inhospitable, the food too wretched to think about. He sighed, weary to the bone.
Still, it was worth it: soon he’d have the third and final onyx box in his possession. He smiled.
And then the real search for the Hurst Amulet will begin.
Michael had always said the amulet should be in the possession of their family and he’d become obsessive about it. To Robert, it seemed to befamily folklore more than anything else. Almost everything they knew could be labeled as fable and hearsay.
Robert wondered if Michael believed the tales that said the amulet had magical properties. According to the
He slipped his knee between hers and opened her thighs. Her robe slipped even more, revealing her body to his hungry gaze. God, but she was seductive; he ached for her touch even as she gave it. Her hands never stilled, seeking, stroking, undoing buttons until she’d opened his breeches.
The feel of her hands on his bared waist brought him to his senses.
This was how she tricked me before. It is how she will trick me again.
The thought was like ice water upon his passion.
He pushed himself away and looked down at her. She appeared somehow vulnerable, her eyes were half closed, her face flushed with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her skin white against the blue silk robe, her dark hair making her eyes appear almost emerald.
Never had any woman worn the flush of passion better, yet Robert found the strength to leave her by remembering the last time she’d been like this, moaning beneath him. He’d been enthralled, enraptured . . . and at the end of that day, she’d tricked him into marriage and disappeared.
Ignoring the thundering of his heart, he rose from the bed and adjusted his clothing, saying with a coolness he was far from feeling, “I shall send my carriage in the morning to convey you wherever you wish. Just don’t make the mistake of appearing at Ross’s.”
She sat upright, tightening her robe, her cheeks pink. “And what am I to tell Aniston?”
“The truth; that I informed you that it would be a wasted effort.” He lifted his brows. “Or you can tell me what that cretin holds over you, and I will deal with him for you. However you wish it.”
Her lashes dropped as she looked down at the robe sash between her fingers. “No. I will deal with Aniston. He is my problem, not yours.”
Robert shrugged. “Have it as you will.” He went to the door and unlocked it. “When I’ve retrieved that damned box, I’ll return.”
“I won’t be here,” she said sharply.
“Go where you will; I will find you nonetheless.” He smiled. “I always have.”
And with that he was gone, the door closing firmly behind him.
C HAPTER 7
A letter from Alexander MacLean to his brother-in-law, Robert Hurst.
The last time you came to visit Caitlyn, you wondered if there were some interesting research tomes in my library. Naturally your sister would not allow such an innocuous question to rest, and she has combed the shelves to make a list of all of the books that might be of interest to either you or any of your brothers. That is, she has combed all of the
lower
shelves. She left it to me to do the
higher
ones.
May I point out that the library is
very
large? And that this little task took me
hours
?
It would be easier to cut off my own leg than disappoint my wife, so I must ask that you refrain from ever wondering anything aloud in my house again. Like all of the Hursts, she has no concept of the word “no.”
T he luxuriously large coach lumbered down a narrow lane through the Scottish countryside. The verdant hills had given way to mountainous crags that loomed in the distance, white tipped against the gray sky.
Grasping a ceiling strap, Robert stretched his legs, glad that they were within two days of reaching Balnagown Castle, where Sir Lachlan Ross resided.
The last week had been interminable, the roads at times nearly impassable, the days filled with grayness and rain, the inns damp and inhospitable, the food too wretched to think about. He sighed, weary to the bone.
Still, it was worth it: soon he’d have the third and final onyx box in his possession. He smiled.
And then the real search for the Hurst Amulet will begin.
Michael had always said the amulet should be in the possession of their family and he’d become obsessive about it. To Robert, it seemed to befamily folklore more than anything else. Almost everything they knew could be labeled as fable and hearsay.
Robert wondered if Michael believed the tales that said the amulet had magical properties. According to the
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