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gulped. “A few clothes will be fine. I’ll reimburse you for them.”
    “I don’t want your money.”
    “Well, you’re not likely to get anything else!”
    “Not even a little gratitude for saving your life?”
    “I am grateful.” She glared at him. “But you can expect all my thank-yous to be extended in a vertical position.”
    “In that case, let me remind you.” He stepped closer. “We are vertical right now.”
    “I… suppose so.” Her glare dissolved into a look of wary speculation.
    He moved close enough that only a fraction separated his chest from her breasts. He placed a hand on the small of her back, just in case she tried to step back. She didn’t try.
    He touched her cheek, so soft and warm. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. He skimmed his fingers down to her neck. Her pulse throbbed, quickening its pace. When she opened her eyes, there was trust in them. And desire.
    He pulled her against his chest and brushed his lips across her temple into her soft hair. He’d seen her shocked expression earlier when his eyes had turned red, so just to be safe, he wanted to avoid eye contact until her eyes were firmly shut and her lips parted, begging for their first kiss.
    He smoothed her hair back to expose her neck, then slid his mouth down past her sweet ear to the throbbing pulse.
    With a sigh, she tilted her head back. He inhaled her scent, Type A Positive. It was coursing through every cell in her body. He ran the tip of his tongue along the artery and felt her shudder in response. He risked a look at her face. Her eyes were closed. She was ready. He moved in for the kiss just as a block of light suddenly fell on them.
    “Oh, bugger,” a Scots accent rolled the final r. Connor had swung open the front door.
    Shanna jumped, then stared at the doorway.
    “What’s wrong?” Laszlo asked. “Uh, maybe we should shut the door.”
    “No way!” Gregori’s voice piped in. “I want to watch.”
    Shanna eased back, blushing.
    Roman glared at the three men squeezed into the doorway. “Great timing, Connor.”
    “Aye, sir.” Connor’s complexion turned a few shades lighter than his red hair. “We’re ready for you now.”
    Maybe it was good timing after all. Now that he thought about it, Roman figured his mouth would taste like blood, and given Shanna’s fear of the stuff, the kiss could have been a disaster. He’d have to be more careful in the future.
    Future? What future could there be? He’d sworn never to involve himself with a mortal again. Once they figured out who he really was, they invariably wanted to kill him. And who could blame them? He was a demonic creature. “Come.” He took her by the elbow to escort her up the stairs.
    She didn’t budge. She was frozen in place, staring at the door.
    “Shanna?”
    She was staring at Connor. “Roman, there’s a man in your doorway wearing a kilt.”
    “There are a dozen Highlanders in the house. They’re my security force.”
    “Really? How amazing.” She proceeded up the stairs without him. Without even glancing his way.
    Damn. Had she forgotten their embrace already?
    “Welcome, my lady.” Connor stepped back to let her pass. Laszlo and Gregori moved back, though she appeared oblivious to their presence.
    Smiling, she faced the Scotsman. “My lady? I’ve never been called that before. It sounds almost… medieval.”
    With good reason. Connor’s Old World charm was really old. Roman rushed up the stairs. “He’s a bit behind the times.”
    “Well, I like it.” She scanned the entry hall with its polished marble floors and sweeping staircase. “And I love this house. Absolutely beautiful.”
    “Thank you.” Roman locked the door and made introductions.
    Shanna turned her attention back to Connor. “I love your kilt. Which plaid is that?”
    “‘Tis the tartan of the clan Buchanan.” He bowed slightly.
    “And the little tassels on your socks—they match your kilt. That’s so cute.”
    “Och, lassie. Those