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unfortunately,” he muttered dejectedly, and reaching out his hand tried to grasp the mug once more.
Bella couldn’t stop smiling as she began to make herself some toast. Last night she had a wonderful dream. She paused, butter knife in one hand, toast in the other, and closed her eyes to remember.
Maclean had been standing in the shadows, watching her.
“You’re not real,” she told him firmly.
“I’m caught between life and death, neither one thing nor the other. But I am a man. I want ye like a man wants a woman.”
How could he do that? Make her heart beat stronger like that? Just with his voice and his words?
And then the scene had changed. They were lying in the soft fragrant grass by the Cailleach Stones, beneath a night sky full of strange moving colors—green and blue and yellow, surging and shivering. She was watching the sky over Maclean’s broad, strong shoulder, because his body was on top of hers. Heavy, powerful and very masculine. His legs between hers were moving with a rough friction, and his hands on her hips, his fingers strong and callused, were probably bruising her skin with a grip more used to a sword hilt than a woman’s tender flesh.
But the thing was, she was loving every moment of it.
Her mouth clung to his and she heard herself moan. Her Highlander was not gentle, but he wanted her. And she wanted him to stay just where he was now—inside her. She could feel every inch of him. He was big and silken, elegantly stroking her inner flesh, making her senses quiver and ache. Another moment and she would shatter….
He lifted his head and his eyes were full of tenderness.
“I like to watch ye while ye sleep.”
The surroundings had altered again. Now Bella was back in her bedroom and Maclean was leaning over her, his face darker than the night. Bella’s eyes opened and she thought: Is this a dream or am I awake? Although she knew it could not be the latter, such things were not possible.
“Och, Bella, ye are so beautiful.” His voice was husky, deep, and it stirred her very soul. And then he bent and kissed her cheek, his lips as gentle as a moth’s wing. “Sleep now, sleep now….”
And Bella drifted away on the warmth of his breath.
Now Maclean’s husky voice played over in her head and she smiled again, knowing she was being silly. Very silly. In reality Maclean had been a black-hearted villain and here she was making him into a romantic hero, but she couldn’t help it. She wished she could dream about him every night. It certainly lifted her spirits, not to mention her libido.
“Och, Maclean,” she murmured.
The mug on her desk suddenly flew out over the edge and crashed to the floor.
Bella stared, wide-eyed.
And then the phone rang and nearly sent her through the roof.
It was Georgiana in Edinburgh.
“Bella, there you are,” she said in her brittle voice. “I thought I should let you know that Brian is staying here with us.”
“He told me.”
“Oh. I didn’t know what he’d told you. He was in a bit of a state when he arrived here. Actually, I thought you might ring him.”
Did Georgiana expect her to apologize for upsetting Brian? Bella knew she wasn’t going to do that, not ever again. The silence seemed to unnerve Georgiana and when she spoke now there was a catch to her voice.
“I don’t pretend to know what happened between you two, Bella, and I don’t want to, but I did wonder…you wouldn’t consider coming down to Edinburgh for a few days, would you? Just over the weekend. You and Brian could talk, sort things out. I’d make sure you had time alone. I’m certain you’re just as keen to see him as he is to see you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Bella’s heart was bumping and she felt slightly sick. “Brian said everything he wanted to say to me before he left. I think you’ll find he doesn’t want to see me.”
“Bella, I’m sure—”
“I’m working, Georgiana. If Brian wants to talk, he knows
Bella couldn’t stop smiling as she began to make herself some toast. Last night she had a wonderful dream. She paused, butter knife in one hand, toast in the other, and closed her eyes to remember.
Maclean had been standing in the shadows, watching her.
“You’re not real,” she told him firmly.
“I’m caught between life and death, neither one thing nor the other. But I am a man. I want ye like a man wants a woman.”
How could he do that? Make her heart beat stronger like that? Just with his voice and his words?
And then the scene had changed. They were lying in the soft fragrant grass by the Cailleach Stones, beneath a night sky full of strange moving colors—green and blue and yellow, surging and shivering. She was watching the sky over Maclean’s broad, strong shoulder, because his body was on top of hers. Heavy, powerful and very masculine. His legs between hers were moving with a rough friction, and his hands on her hips, his fingers strong and callused, were probably bruising her skin with a grip more used to a sword hilt than a woman’s tender flesh.
But the thing was, she was loving every moment of it.
Her mouth clung to his and she heard herself moan. Her Highlander was not gentle, but he wanted her. And she wanted him to stay just where he was now—inside her. She could feel every inch of him. He was big and silken, elegantly stroking her inner flesh, making her senses quiver and ache. Another moment and she would shatter….
He lifted his head and his eyes were full of tenderness.
“I like to watch ye while ye sleep.”
The surroundings had altered again. Now Bella was back in her bedroom and Maclean was leaning over her, his face darker than the night. Bella’s eyes opened and she thought: Is this a dream or am I awake? Although she knew it could not be the latter, such things were not possible.
“Och, Bella, ye are so beautiful.” His voice was husky, deep, and it stirred her very soul. And then he bent and kissed her cheek, his lips as gentle as a moth’s wing. “Sleep now, sleep now….”
And Bella drifted away on the warmth of his breath.
Now Maclean’s husky voice played over in her head and she smiled again, knowing she was being silly. Very silly. In reality Maclean had been a black-hearted villain and here she was making him into a romantic hero, but she couldn’t help it. She wished she could dream about him every night. It certainly lifted her spirits, not to mention her libido.
“Och, Maclean,” she murmured.
The mug on her desk suddenly flew out over the edge and crashed to the floor.
Bella stared, wide-eyed.
And then the phone rang and nearly sent her through the roof.
It was Georgiana in Edinburgh.
“Bella, there you are,” she said in her brittle voice. “I thought I should let you know that Brian is staying here with us.”
“He told me.”
“Oh. I didn’t know what he’d told you. He was in a bit of a state when he arrived here. Actually, I thought you might ring him.”
Did Georgiana expect her to apologize for upsetting Brian? Bella knew she wasn’t going to do that, not ever again. The silence seemed to unnerve Georgiana and when she spoke now there was a catch to her voice.
“I don’t pretend to know what happened between you two, Bella, and I don’t want to, but I did wonder…you wouldn’t consider coming down to Edinburgh for a few days, would you? Just over the weekend. You and Brian could talk, sort things out. I’d make sure you had time alone. I’m certain you’re just as keen to see him as he is to see you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Bella’s heart was bumping and she felt slightly sick. “Brian said everything he wanted to say to me before he left. I think you’ll find he doesn’t want to see me.”
“Bella, I’m sure—”
“I’m working, Georgiana. If Brian wants to talk, he knows
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