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was indulging in realizations, he realized that while she might have only come to want him recently, he’d wanted her from the moment he’d clapped eyes on her formerly fluffy self standing at his gates. Harpy or no, he had very much wanted to understand all there was to understand about Abigail Moira Garrett. He wanted it even more now. And if it meant keeping her in the glorious Year of Our Lord 1238, then so be it.
    He stepped out into the great hall and watched as she hitched up her hose and stomped across the great hall, hollering for her bloody cat. What an enchanting woman. Hell, he didn’t care if she was an enchant ed woman. He wanted her.
    And Miles de Piaget always got what he wanted.
    He would invite her to stay. Indeed, he would all but demand that she stay.
    He strode forward. It took four long strides to catch up to her, another to position himself properly, and half another to sweep her squeaking self up into his arms. He looked down into her beautiful face and gave her his most lordly look. He knew it wasn’t as convincing as his sire’s, but since Abigail had nothing to compare it to, it would do.
    â€œThe future will just have to go on without you,” he announced.
    She blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
    â€œPetered pain is something you’ll not have to bear again.”
    â€œPetered pain?”
    â€œAye,” he said, firmly.
    â€œOh,” she whispered. Then she smiled, a gentle smile. “You mean Peter Pan.”
    â€œWhatever,” he said, with an imperious look. “And that so-shall sec . . . sec—”
    â€œSocial Security,” she supplied.
    â€œAye, that. You’ll have no need of it. Whatever it is,” he added. “You will have me.”
    â€œI will?”
    â€œWhether you like it or no.”
    â€œI see.”
    He grunted. “So you do.”
    He stalked back to the fire. Abigail’s arms stole around his neck and it broke his heart. How could she think no one wanted her?
    He set her down on her feet near the fire, put his hand under her chin, and lifted her face up.
    â€œI assume this agrees with you,” he stated.
    She looked up at him solemnly. “I didn’t think you were giving me any choice in the matter.”
    â€œI’m not. I intend to woo you fiercely. I am merely assuming the idea agrees with you.”
    A small smile touched her mouth. “I suppose the future isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
    â€œEspecially when the glorious Year of Our Lord 1238 provides one with such exceeding luxuries,” he said, indicating his pitiful hall with a grand sweep of his arm.
    â€œWell . . . now that you mention it—”
    He didn’t wish to hear what she intended to mention, so, like the good soldier he was, he marched straight into the fray without hesitation. He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.
    She shivered.
    And then she kissed him back.
    Miles’s senses reeled. He gathered Abigail close and wrapped his arms around her. He smiled to himself as he remembered his first sight of her and how plump a harpy she had seemed. She was definitely not fluffy now. He could work on that later. Visions of half a dozen little Abigail-like creatures scampering about his hall calling “here, kitty, kitty,” sprang up in his mind. He lifted his head and blinked.
    â€œMiles, I think—”
    He captured her mouth again. Thinking was not something he wanted to do much more of for the moment. Later he would give thought into little dark-haired, gray-eyed waifs and their mother running roughshod over his hall and his heart. For now, he was far too lost in Abigail’s arms.
    Miles could hardly believe the events of the past several hours. He’d come to Speningethorpe a se’nnight before, determined to wither away to an intolerable, bitter old man. Without warning, Abigail had come splashing down into his moat and changed his life completely.