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with
this woman. She would probably use this moment of weakness to whack
him with something. The thought almost made him flinch.
    “Without opening your eyes, tell me what you
saw in this room,” she instructed.
    Free had moved closer—he could feel the heat
from her tempting, feminine body. God, how he wanted to touch this
woman. He ached to kiss her again. He silently cursed himself for
the fool he was.
    “Tell me,” she persisted softly.
    Mac exhaled in frustration. “Dust, dirt,
cobwebs, missing floorboards and broken glass.”
    Free sighed. “Keep your eyes closed and look
again,” she commanded. “Concentrate. Don’t you see the tiny blue
flowers in the wallpaper? The indigo Duncan Phyfe sofa that may
have once stood in the middle of the room? The hand-carved crown
molding? What about the children sitting on the Persian rug reading
stories? Can’t you hear them laughing?”
    Mac snapped his eyes open. “Yeah, I hear them
laughing…at me, for playing along with this game.”
    Free jerked off her cap and tucked it into
one deep pocket. That mane of glorious hair fell around her slender
shoulders. “You’re hopeless,” she said. “You don’t connect with the
past at all. Don’t you feel anything?” She glared at him, her eyes
glowing a brilliant blue with anger now.
    “All right, then, if you’re so in tune with”
Mac flung his arms outward in exasperation “whatever, you close
your eyes and tell me what you see.”
    Free clasped her hands behind her back and
lifted that defiant chin. “All right.” She closed her eyes, those
unbelievably long lashes dark against her porcelain cheeks. Damn,
he’d made a big mistake. Mac didn’t care what she saw, he only
cared about what he could see. One wide strap had fallen over her
shoulder, revealing more creamy skin. This time instead of a
T-shirt, she wore a neon pink Lycra tube like top beneath her baggy
overalls. The taut material hugged her breast, revealing delicious
contours. Mac’s throat constricted and his breath came in half
measures, too shallow and too fast.
    “I see warmth. I see…home.”
    She smiled, the image soft and sweet, and
more tempting than anything he’d ever laid eyes on. Fire and
fragility, that’s what she was. His lower anatomy tightened and
grew heavier.
    “I see a place where the walls have absorbed
several lifetimes of love and laughter.” Her breasts rose and fell
with each breath she took. “I see a crackling fire in the fireplace
and a man and a woman making long, slow love on a wool rug in the
leaping shadows of the flames. I see people who’ve spent their
lives in this home, conceiving and bearing children, sharing hopes
and dreams. Holding dear their past and cradling the future in
their arms.”
    Mac couldn’t move, couldn’t take his eyes off
her beautiful face. The sensation of arousal her words conjured
inside him ripped the breath right out of his lungs. He had never
truly wanted a woman this much in entire life, but in the farthest
reaches of his soul he wanted Free. He wanted to touch her the way
she touched him. To lose himself inside her and forget everything
else, the commitments, the stress and pressure, for just a little
while.
    No more able to stop himself than he could
have stopped the earth from turning, Mac reached out to touch her.
With the first graze of his fingertips against her cheek, her lids
fluttered open in a heart-stopping show of blue. She searched his
eyes for answers he couldn’t give. He didn’t understand this crazy
attraction himself, he only knew that he had to touch her. To kiss
her or die.
    Using both hands, he tangled his fingers into
those silky curls. Waves of pleasure cascaded down his body at the
first touch of their lips. “You’re a good storyteller, gypsy,” he
murmured, then brushed her lips with his own once more.
    She drew back just far enough to look at him.
“I know a few things,” she whispered. She skimmed his lapel with
her fingers, then stroked his jaw