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thoughts. “I’ve never felt sexy at all.”
    She tried to smooth down her sleep-mussed hair with her fingers without any success. Then, she slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door.
    Silently she peeked around the doorjamb at the couch, only to find it empty. Her feet walked soundlessly across the wooden floor and rugs to the kitchen, but she found herself alone.
    Tara was about to return to her room and see how dry her clothes were when her gaze was caught by the view out of the huge windows that took up a large portion of the wall.
    Snow had fallen at an incredible rate the night before, leaving huge mounds of it everywhere. The flurries that continued to fall were large and showing no signs of decreasing anytime soon.
    Everywhere Tara looked it was white. Only the gray stones of the castle broke up the white wonderland. If she tried really hard she could almost believe she was in another world, a world where Declan didn’t exist and she didn’t need to run for her life.
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    Ramsey nearly dropped his armload of wood when he caught sight of Tara. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her. It wasn’t only because Tara leaned over and his shirt hem came up to the top of her shapely thigh, giving him a peek at bright green panties with white lace trim.
    It wasn’t only because her hair was tousled as if she had just been made love to.
    It wasn’t only because her smile transformed her face into something that stole his breath away.
    He was seeing a side of Tara he suspected few ever had. The sun broke though the thick canopy of clouds and shone directly on Tara, highlighting her light brown hair so that the golden strands in it shone.
    To his amazement, she leaned to the side so that he was able to see a white frog on the back of her panties and the word JAMMIN’ atop it.
    It brought a smile to his lips, because he hadn’t expected to see Tara wear panties like that. She was a loner, a runner, so she had expressed herself in ways others wouldn’t be able to see.
    He could stare at her all day, his imagination running wild over what she was—or wasn’t—wearing beneath his shirt. All he could think about was how good it looked on her, but how desperately he wanted to rip it off her body.
    His cock thickened and his blood quickened at the thought. How would her magic affect him if they kissed? Or made love? The fact that he was even thinking about it told him she had already affected him too much.
    “Oh,” she said as she turned and found him staring. “I thought you had left.”
    Ramsey finally shut the door behind him and stomped his feet to get the snow off before he walked to the fireplace. “We were running low on wood, and with the temperatures continuing to fall, I needed to stock up.”
    He stood after putting the wood away and once more he was lost. Tara was a classic beauty, but there was something so compelling, so alluring, about her that Ramsey had been struck by it from the first moment he saw her.
    “Did you sleep well?”
    She smiled and glanced down at her feet. “It’s been a long time since I’ve slept that well.”
    “I’m happy to hear it.”
    “Thank you for the use of your shirt.”
    Ramsey walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the stove. “It looks much better on you than it ever did on me.”
    Her slow smile made his balls tighten and his hands itch to touch her. He’d only gotten a small feel of her smooth skin, and he wanted, no, he needed more.
    Ramsey mentally shook himself. He wasn’t there to seduce her, he was there to protect her. He needed to remember that before he got her killed.
    “I was about to make pancakes and sausage. Are you hungry?” he asked.
    “Famished. Would you like some help?”
    He shook his head as he began to get everything out. “Nay. You sit and talk.”
    “About what?”
    He glanced at her as he opened the refrigerator. “Anything.”
    “I’m not that interesting.”
    “I doona believe that. Everyone is