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would have chosen to cross the river to be
with them. The seven of us have discussed it occasionally, what we can recall
is hazy at best.  We have managed to determine that each of us was plucked
from different eras, different cultures and transported through time.  Our
biggest clues come from Maat; she likes to drop teasing hints.”
    “And you? Do you know anything of
your former life?”
    Faint colour rose in Vaughn’s cheeks
signalling that he was clearly embarrassed by what he was about to share. “I
believe I was a Viking.”
    “Cool.”
    “You don’t find the idea of me being
of the plundering and pillaging set to be somewhat disturbing?” Amusement shon in those golden eyes.
    “Well if you put it like that, yes.
But somehow I doubt very much Maat would make her offer to anyone but men who
had lived their human existence seeking justice and balance. Why, do you feel
any sudden plundering or pillaging urges?”
    Vaughn laughed. “Previously I would
have categorically gone with no, but you know all of a sudden I’ve come over
with a distinct urge to plunder.” His sunlit eyes swept down to her cleavage
and back to look her once more in the eyes.
    Thank the Goddess she didn’t
blush.  Right now she’d be fire engine red she was sure of it. Why did
gorgeous men make flirting look so darn easy? And why was this one practising
on her of all people? “Uh-huh, what did I say about flirting?”
    “That was to Nate. Anyway I wasn’t
flirting with you.”
    Hadleigh wanted to sink through the
floor, oh Goddess of course he wasn’t. She was a hulking great warrior. 
His normal type probably ran to women who were slim, petite and sweet of nature.
Goddess what must he think of her when she couldn’t even tell when a man was
flirting with her or not? Caught up in her humiliation and self-recrimination
it took a few seconds for the rest of what Vaughn was saying to sink into her
consciousness.
    “…I was declaring my intentions.”
    “You were what?”  She asked the
question out loud before she could stop herself.
    “Sorry.” He looked anything but, a
cheeky smile teasing the corner of his lips making her want to smile back in
return. “I’m steaming full bore ahead and you need a chance to play catch up.
It must be my Viking genes coming to the fore.”
    Hadleigh tamped down the urge to
smile and instead frowned. That last statement of Vaughn’s made absolutely no
sense in light of the fact he had stated she wasn’t the type of woman he’d
flirt with, maybe it was TV speak. Feeling distinctly out of her element
Hadleigh felt restless, unconsciously stretching her arms out for a brief
moment to release the tension in her shoulders, back and neck. When she finally
worked up the nerve to meet Vaughn’s gorgeous gaze once more she was surprised
that the smile was gone from his face and he now looked distinctly dazed,
almost in pain.
    “You really don’t fight fair do
you?”  It was all Vaughn could do to stop himself from vaulting the
kitchen bench and taking this insanely beautiful woman up against the
refrigerator.
    “What?”
    Those clear grey eyes of hers were
filled with confusion and the cutest little wrinkle had appeared on her
forehead. Either this woman was a master of manipulation or she didn’t have a
vain bone in her gorgeous body. There was a third option he forced himself to consider, maybe she just wasn’t attracted to him. Nah, he
dismissed that thought instantly, looking at her from the top of her tousled
red curls down to those massive shit kicker boots she wore, this woman was made for him. He just needed some time to convince her of that fact.
And thankfully he had four weeks in which to do so. He was about to suggest the
idea of them getting some dinner, the chicken salad they’d just eaten barely
rated as an appetiser when the pager on his belt went off.
    “Trouble?”
    He looked up to find Hadleigh
standing there, a wicked looking broad blade magically appearing in her