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earth-shattering.
    And he’d dispensed early on with that closed-mouthed kissing business. He was going straight for the jugular and didn’t seem to care which way he got there, inside her mouth or out. Abby thought he might be wishing he could just crawl inside her and this was the best he could get for the moment. She hadn’t given him her Garretts-don’t-do-it-before-marriage speech, but they hadn’t gotten that far yet. She sincerely hoped they got that far eventually.
    Abby blinked when Miles lifted his head.
    â€œFinished?” she croaked.
    â€œDo you doubt my skill in the kitchens?”
    She shook her head, wide-eyed.
    He smiled in the most self-satisfied of ways and returned to his chopping. Abby rubbed her finger thoughtfully over her bottom lip. Maybe kissing would solve quite a few things.
    Abby looked at Miles chopping diligently. Just how had she gotten so lucky? She had been rescued by a fantastic-looking man who got so distracted by kissing her that he set his own clothes on fire. He was stacking up oh-so-nicely against her Ideal Man list. It was almost enough to make her forget about going home.
    Home. She turned the thought over in her mind. Modern conveniences waltzed before her mind’s eye and she examined each in turn. Somehow they just didn’t seem that appealing. Phones were noisy, fast food was unhealthy, and life in the corporate world spent basking under fluorescent lights gave her headaches. She’d always liked camping, which was a good thing, since Miles’s castle was about on that same level of civilization.
    And there probably wasn’t any use in thinking about it. She had no guarantee that diving into Miles’s moat would leave her resurfacing in Murphy’s Pond.
    On the other hand, what future did she have in the past? Miles certainly hadn’t mentioned marriage. He was definitely shaping up to be someone she could share her life with, but was he free to choose his wife? Her knowledge of the marital practices of medieval nobility was scant, unfortunately. Even if could choose, who was to say he’d want her?
    â€œWhere go you?”
    Abby hadn’t realized she had gotten off the table until Miles spoke.
    â€œJust out,” she said, moving toward the kitchen door. Maybe a little distance would soothe her smarting feelings. She was losing it. Why in the world did she think—
    â€œYou sound as if you need to be convinced to stay,” he stated, snagging her hand. “Come you back here, my lady, and let me see to it.”
    Abby let him pull her back, turn her around, and gather her into his arms.
    â€œAbigail,” he said softly, “what ails you?”
    She put her arms around him and shook her head. “Nothing.”
    â€œDo you miss your home?”
    â€œNo.”
    He lifted her face up. Abby met his dark gray eyes and almost wanted to cry. Why be dumped here if she couldn’t have him?
    â€œSaints, but you Garretts are a stubborn lot,” he said, smiling down at her. “You are resisting my wooing. You leave me with no choice but to pour more energies into it. Perhaps without the distractions of supper to prepare.”
    Well, wooing sounded good. Maybe it was best to just give things a few more days. After all, she might find out she really didn’t like him very much.
    He released her, dumped the rest of his vegetables into the pot, hung it over the fire, then turned back to her with a purposeful gleam in his eye.
    â€œIs that all that needs to go in there?” she asked.
    He shrugged and advanced.
    â€œWhat if it tastes lousy?”
    â€œYou’ll never notice.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause you’ll be too distracted by my surliness if you do not give me your complete attention.”
    â€œOne of these days, Miles de Piaget, kissing me into submission isn’t going to wor—”
    But, oh, it was working at present. With her last coherent thought, Abby