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painting. Gently, he encircled her in his other arm and kissed her softly on the forehead. Maggie closed her eyes as he did so, feeling feverish. Even that innocent kiss made her want to tear her clothes off, straddle him in that bed, and ride him hard. When she opened her eyes, he was staring hotly into her own, as if he had seen the dirty image in her brain.
    “ What happened on the beach before … I don’t do that sort of thing with just anyone, ” she dared to whisper, melting under his enveloping, all-consuming heat. His face was so close, she could already feel her lips and tongue exploding with the flavor of him.
    “ What happened on the beach was just a taste, love. ”
    She gulped. “ A taste of what? ”
    He leaned in and let his lips graze hers. His tongue, that tongue she’d fantasized about since first seeing him, darted out and flicked against her upper lip. “ It was a taste of what I’m going to do to you now. And I daresay you need and want it as much as I do. ”
    Yes, she did need it. She needed to be impetuous for once and let this gorgeous man have her. He might not be playing with a full deck, but she could still have some fun. Then maybe he could help her look for his precious, make-believe selkie pelt, and let him think he’d done his job. What harm was there in that?
    But as Calan lowered his lips to her neck, letting his dangerous tongue stroke the soft skin there, her common sense came flooding back, rapping her on the head. “ Stop. You need to leave. ”
    He pulled away, tilted his head, and considered her face for a moment. And grinned. “ That’s fine. I knew you weren’t ready for the truth. ” With that, he bounded away from her, out the bedroom door, and down the stairs.
    Reeling at his quick change, Maggie almost dropped to the floor. She recovered, chased him down the stairs and toward the front door. He opened it and turned to smile at her again. Her nipples hardened upon seeing the lusty turn of his lips. Infuriated that her body should betray her so, she crossed her arms over her chest.
    “ I’ll be seeing you, Maggie Collins, ” he drawled, clearly amused at her reaction to him. “ Be sure to lock the door behind me. ”
    She closed the door, hating herself for feeling so needy for a man. And then she locked it, wishing the door boasted six or seven industrial-strength locks so she could keep Calan Kirk out for good.
    Chapter 4
    That evening, when Liz and Phyllis invited themselves over for tea, bringing all the makings of a Buckingham Palace-worthy tea themselves, Maggie found she was glad for the company. It was the strangest sensation, but since Calan Kirk had taken his leave, she realized she felt quite alone. Alone, in a way she’d never experienced before. As if he’d stolen a little piece of her and had carried it away.
    “ I’m nuts, ” she said, as she went to answer the door to the old ladies. “ And he’s obviously a lunatic. A sexy, muscled, well-endowed lunatic. Forget him, Collins. He’s no good. ”
    It was with great relief that Maggie sat down to tea with her gran’s pals. The old women loved nothing more than chatting and gossiping about other pensioners at their church, and the conversation was a pleasant distraction. To say nothing of Phyllis’s oatcakes, which were so delicious Maggie snuck a fourth when they weren’t watching.
    “ Tell me, ” she asked during a momentary lull in the conversation, her mind straying to the topic that had never left her mind. “ Do you ladies know Calan Kirk? ”
    They assumed equally puzzled expressions.
    “ He was one of Gran’s friends. I just wondered what you knew of him. ”
    “ It’s not a name I know, Maggie, ” Liz answered. “ Although I daresay there are a number of Kirks in this part of the world. ”
    “ Would you like us to make some discreet inquiries? ” asked Phyllis, maneuvering her dentures around an oatcake.
    “ No. It’s okay. I doubt anyone can answer the questions I have