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this night.
    A harsh sound rumbled from deep inside him while she gathered her breath and let the contentment roll through her limbs. He withdrew hastily and spilled on her stomach. She somehow regretted that he hadn’t remained inside her, even knowing of the dangers. How could she look after a child anyway?
    His mouth tickled her nose and brushed across her lips before he moved away. She lay there, aware of where he was in the room because of his heavy footsteps. Although a slight sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as she waited for him to ask her to leave, regret refused to take the place of the gratification warming her body.
    She’d been right. The memories would be well worth giving herself up to him for.
    Something cold touched her belly and she gasped.
    “Forgive me.”
    Blane was cleaning her, she realised. Her heart expanded that little bit further. Then warm legs and strong arms slipped around her and drew her into his hold. He burrowed his face against her hair and drew in a satisfied breath. No words came. Not even a command for her to leave.
    Eventually his breaths deepened and Ceana found herself drifting away into a dream world where men like Blane stayed with women like her and made love to them for the rest of her days. It was a pleasant dream, but one small part of her knew it was just that. Warriors like Blane never remained in one place for long and a near blind woman like herself wouldn’t be enough enticement to keep him here.

Chapter Six
    Even the cool water in the bowl couldn’t erase the satisfied grin on Blane’s face. He glanced back at the rumpled sheets and images of soft skin and wild dark hair crashed through his mind. When had he last felt this content after a tumble? Previous conquests had been to gratify a mere itch but not so with Ceana. Her lack of sight made her so tactile. He’d never met a woman like her. Her hands had been everywhere...
    “God’s blood.”
    If he wasn’t careful, he’d be hard as a stone again and who knew where the lass was?
    He smirked. Likely doing some good deed while he’d been sleeping off a night of incredible sex. He’d taken her twice more after sleeping for a while. Where she found the vigour, he knew not, but he wasn’t complaining. For the first time in a long time, he’d woken up feeling less like an old man and more like a warrior again.
    One more night.
    Would she come to his bed again? He pressed open the shutters and let the cool mountain air wash over his damp skin. Dark clouds hung along the ridge of the mountains, but a break in them allowed bright sunlight to dapple down and glint off the loch. He surveyed what he could see of the village from the window.
    No Ceana.
    Mayhap she was at the morning meal. Turning away, he drew on his shirt and plaid and stuffed his feet into his boots. He couldn’t go the day without knowing how she was. She’d enjoyed his company for certain. A woman like Ceana couldn’t lie, even with her body. But he itched to know if he was going to be able to taste her again this night, to hear her cries of pleasure.
    Blane made his way to the hall to find the morning meal still being laid. Ceana’s mother sat by the fire and grinned when she saw him.
    “Come here, lad.”
    He glanced at the doorway and grieved the time lost but came to a stop in front of her nonetheless.
    “Yer looking after my Ceana well, I hope.”
    “Aye.”
    Her eyes glinted with mischief. “She deserves some happiness in her life. Yer a fine, strong man and she’s a good lass. Ye’ll do well together I think.” Aileen twined her hands together and stared into the flames. “We’ll lose many men in the battle. Who knows if my husband shall return. We’ll need someone like ye.”
    “Aileen, I have my own battles to fight. I’ll no’ be staying.”
    Her grey gaze met his own. “Aye, ye men always have battles to fight. They’ll never end, ye know? There’ll always be another fight over the horizon. Will it make ye