said, meeting her gaze.
Chloe sat back
and pulled off her cotton nightie. She stilled as she noticed a cotton shift she
wore instead. At her hesitation, Cian sat up and removed it for her. That was
when she noticed the room. She looked about and unease crept up her spine as
nothing was familiar. Was this a dream or a memory? The sense of déjà vu
was strong inside her mind and as loud as the drum of desire in her groin.
Cian clasped her
chin and pulled her back to look at him. “Come back to me, Chloe.”
Chloe swallowed,
pulled him into an embrace and held him tight. “Is this a dream or a memory?”
Cian’s chuckle
rumbled against her breast. “No lass, it’s both.”
She shut her
eyes not willing to believe what she was being told. Such things like gods,
curses and magic just didn’t exist. A shiver stole over her skin when Cian’s
hand clasped her buttock and squeezed.
Her breathing
hitched when his cock twitched against her sex. “I want you. It’s time.”
Chloe hit the
lounge floor with a thump. She sat up and rubbed her elbow that was no way feeling
funny at this exact moment. She looked about the holiday cottage, glad to see
the modern appliances yet knowing the era she’d just dreamed about wasn’t modern
at all.
She pulled
herself to sit on the lounge and gazed at the empty coffee cup on the table. “Okay,
Zeus. If in fact you are my father show yourself to me. I have a few things I
need to discuss with you.”
Chloe sat and
waited for a minute or so, the sound of the coastal breeze the only whispering
of noise. She shook her head at the absurdness of her behavior. She was going
nuts. There was no other explanation for it.
She hoped.
Chapter Seven
Cian paced
outside Chloe’s home his gaze sporadically flicking toward the door. He checked
his watch for the millionth time. Seven AM. Too early to knock? Deciding it was
not, he rapped on the door. A moment later heard a shuffling before the door
opened and Chloe stood before him, her hair askew and wearing yellow pajamas. Never
in his life had a goddess looked so beautiful.
“Good morning,
lass.” Cian stepped over the threshold and followed the smell of coffee into
the house.
“Come right in,”
she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.
“It looks like
you slept well.” He smiled at the blush that stole up her neck and blossomed on
her cheeks. She came to stand before him and unable to stop himself he placed a
flyaway curl behind her ear.
Chloe pulled
away. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from me.”
He sighed and leaned
against the counter. “That’s impossible for me to do. I will always be involved
when it comes to you.”
Chloe huffed out
a disgruntled breath and walked to the pantry. “I am not this woman you talk
of. This goddess Chloe you all have me confused with. If you are who you say
you are and you are immortal, then you really should get over her. It’s been
centuries.”
Cian reached
over her shoulder and lifted the sugar Chloe was unable to reach from the
pantry. “Love has no time restraint.” He met her determined gaze and smiled. “You
are Chloe. My Chloe, and I’m determined to have you back.”
“Really,” she
stated.
“Yes, really.” He
watched her and she stepped away. Probably a wise move considering her defiant
little chin was causing all sorts of problems in his pants. “You know the truth
now; your memory will come back in time.”
“How many times
have we loved one another?” she asked.
Cian stilled at
her choice of word. “Love?”
“Yes love,” she
said, flopping onto a stool at the breakfast bar.
A smile quirked
his lips. “What makes you think I loved you?”
Her hands waved
in dismissal. “Why else would a man live forever searching for the same woman? She
must have had you wrapped around her little finger for you to continue to
grovel at her feet.”
Cian chose to
ignore the sharp tone of the woman he did love no matter what she thought of
their
Chloe sat back
and pulled off her cotton nightie. She stilled as she noticed a cotton shift she
wore instead. At her hesitation, Cian sat up and removed it for her. That was
when she noticed the room. She looked about and unease crept up her spine as
nothing was familiar. Was this a dream or a memory? The sense of déjà vu
was strong inside her mind and as loud as the drum of desire in her groin.
Cian clasped her
chin and pulled her back to look at him. “Come back to me, Chloe.”
Chloe swallowed,
pulled him into an embrace and held him tight. “Is this a dream or a memory?”
Cian’s chuckle
rumbled against her breast. “No lass, it’s both.”
She shut her
eyes not willing to believe what she was being told. Such things like gods,
curses and magic just didn’t exist. A shiver stole over her skin when Cian’s
hand clasped her buttock and squeezed.
Her breathing
hitched when his cock twitched against her sex. “I want you. It’s time.”
Chloe hit the
lounge floor with a thump. She sat up and rubbed her elbow that was no way feeling
funny at this exact moment. She looked about the holiday cottage, glad to see
the modern appliances yet knowing the era she’d just dreamed about wasn’t modern
at all.
She pulled
herself to sit on the lounge and gazed at the empty coffee cup on the table. “Okay,
Zeus. If in fact you are my father show yourself to me. I have a few things I
need to discuss with you.”
Chloe sat and
waited for a minute or so, the sound of the coastal breeze the only whispering
of noise. She shook her head at the absurdness of her behavior. She was going
nuts. There was no other explanation for it.
She hoped.
Chapter Seven
Cian paced
outside Chloe’s home his gaze sporadically flicking toward the door. He checked
his watch for the millionth time. Seven AM. Too early to knock? Deciding it was
not, he rapped on the door. A moment later heard a shuffling before the door
opened and Chloe stood before him, her hair askew and wearing yellow pajamas. Never
in his life had a goddess looked so beautiful.
“Good morning,
lass.” Cian stepped over the threshold and followed the smell of coffee into
the house.
“Come right in,”
she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.
“It looks like
you slept well.” He smiled at the blush that stole up her neck and blossomed on
her cheeks. She came to stand before him and unable to stop himself he placed a
flyaway curl behind her ear.
Chloe pulled
away. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from me.”
He sighed and leaned
against the counter. “That’s impossible for me to do. I will always be involved
when it comes to you.”
Chloe huffed out
a disgruntled breath and walked to the pantry. “I am not this woman you talk
of. This goddess Chloe you all have me confused with. If you are who you say
you are and you are immortal, then you really should get over her. It’s been
centuries.”
Cian reached
over her shoulder and lifted the sugar Chloe was unable to reach from the
pantry. “Love has no time restraint.” He met her determined gaze and smiled. “You
are Chloe. My Chloe, and I’m determined to have you back.”
“Really,” she
stated.
“Yes, really.” He
watched her and she stepped away. Probably a wise move considering her defiant
little chin was causing all sorts of problems in his pants. “You know the truth
now; your memory will come back in time.”
“How many times
have we loved one another?” she asked.
Cian stilled at
her choice of word. “Love?”
“Yes love,” she
said, flopping onto a stool at the breakfast bar.
A smile quirked
his lips. “What makes you think I loved you?”
Her hands waved
in dismissal. “Why else would a man live forever searching for the same woman? She
must have had you wrapped around her little finger for you to continue to
grovel at her feet.”
Cian chose to
ignore the sharp tone of the woman he did love no matter what she thought of
their
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