LITMIR.BIZ

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would be easy to manage, after all.

      Three

      “It’s a mild night,” Zach commented as they left the castle. “Warm. Considering it’s almost December,” he added.

      Julianne was disappointed at the lack of wind. Because of it Zach wore a light jacket, not the romantic-looking long coat she’d seen him in for the past few nights. He’d made an imposing figure in stark silhouette. His hair, just slightly darker than hers, and long enough to brush his shoulders, had been tossed around by the wind.

      She realized she’d created an image of him in her head since she’d arrived, an image that was not entirely accurate. He was guarded, cool and private, but he was young, broodingly handsome—his hair waving softly now—and well-spoken. His hermit life hadn’t limited his life skills or conversational abilities.

      He fascinated her.

      And he was also intrigued by her, she thought. She’d never felt so thoroughly examined, yet with few blatant looks—just the time she’d turned around and caught him eyeing her rear. Whatever he did for a living must include studying people surreptitiously. Had he noticed her attraction to him? It had caught her by surprise, the pull she’d felt, the need to touch him.

      Why? Because he was different? Challenging? Commanding? She’d found it arousing arguing with him, keeping up with him.

      She’d been attracted to other men, but not like this. Not this sudden, overwhelming pull. And even though he’d made peace with her so that she would stay on, she recognized that Zach represented danger in a way her family’s business never had.

      Growing up as she had, she was accustomed to men not talking about their work, but it was also something she didn’t want to live with again. Too many secrets led to lies, which ultimately led to hurt.

      He could easily ruin her plans, turn her life upside down, take something from her she’d never given to anyone else. And for what? A moment of pleasure? She couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not when she stood at freedom’s gate at long last. But she hadn’t been in this position before, of wanting something, someone, she shouldn’t want.

      “You’re very quiet,” he said as they hiked a trail that he must have known by rote, because she saw no path of any kind. They emerged from the trees onto the cleared land up high.

      “It’s beautiful,” she replied, hoping he bought that, although there was enough truth in her words that he should believe her. “And…majestic. I feel like I shouldn’t talk.”

      “Wait till we’re at the top.”

      The sound of muted thunder reached her, getting louder and closer. She drew a quick breath, tucked her arms close and looked around, seeking the source.

      “It’s the dogs,” Zach said softly. He put a hand on her back then whistled, two short, ear-piercing sounds.

      Even as his touch soothed, she jumped.

      The bullmastiffs’ paws pounded the ground with Richter-scale-measurable force. Then, suddenly, they were there, stopping on a dime, dust shrouding their bodies and rising up, their rear ends wriggling, tails wagging as they bumped affectionately against Zach’s legs.

      He talked to them, petted their heads and scratched their ears. They whined blissfully. Then he introduced them to her.

      “Archibald and Annabelle, otherwise known as Archie and Belle. This is Julianne. Be nice to her.”

      The dogs nudged her hands. The animals were big, easily over one hundred pounds, and their heads came to her waist. While they didn’t give her the same loving greeting, they were friendly.

      “How dangerous are they?” she asked.

      “My security has never been breached.”

      She didn’t ask the questions that popped into her mind, since she knew he wouldn’t answer them, but she was curious. Security for what? What did he do behind that locked door?

      “Except for your ghost,” she pointed out. “I haven’t heard any sounds out of the ordinary, by the way. Except I thought I heard someone crying once. The same night that the helicopter landed.” She watched him for reaction. Nothing. Not a flicker.

      “You must have been dreaming.”

      “Or it was Elspeth,” she said.

      “Could be.”

      She wasn’t sure what to make of the ghost story, except he was so serious.

      Chills danced down her spine. She decided to change the subject. “Why do you call the Moodys Mr. and Mrs.?”

      “What should I call them?”

      “They’re employees. I would think you would call them by their first names. We’re not a formal society anymore.”

      “It’s a sign of my respect for them.”

      She waited but he added nothing. The dogs started prancing.

      “Go,” he said to them, and they took off, racing across the bluff, then out of sight. “They’ll be back. They’ll work off some steam first. Here,” he said, extending his hand. “This last part is steep.”

      She was glad she hadn’t worn gloves. His larger hand engulfed hers with warmth. She almost floated up the path behind him until they reached a roadblock, a rocky ledge.

      “Wait here a sec,” he said, then he leaped up the ledge like a surefooted mountain goat. He turned around, held both hands to her and pulled her up, tugging hard, although to his credit, not groaning at her weight.

      She found a foothold. Her body shook as she tried to push off with her bottom leg, but finally let him yank her up. She staggered against him from the momentum, and his body turned to steel, keeping them from tumbling. His arms slipped around her. She held her breath, almost put her face against his chest, then he stepped back and released her.

      The silence between them filled with the sound of surf hitting rock. He turned away from her and walked ahead, expecting her to follow, she supposed. Within a few feet she saw the horizon and the lights of the distant island she’d seen during her previous walks. Then she looked down. Her stomach did a somersault at the steep, staggering distance between her and the water, and the long, craggy drop that made her throat close. When she could focus, she saw the white foam of the waves crashing.

      “Awesome,” she whispered, her body still humming from his touch, but her heart pounding at the vista before her.

      “Not a sight a city girl sees very often.”

      “No, never. I’ve been to grunion runs at night at the beach, but that’s on shore, not a cliff. This is kind of scary. But exhilarating, too.” Which pretty much defined her reaction to him, as well.

      The thunder of paws sounded again. Zach took her by the arm and moved her back from the edge.

      “Would the dogs knock me off?” she asked.

      “Not on purpose.”

      “Well, I didn’t mean it that way.” She saw them running straight at them.

      “They can get rambunctious. I just want you in a safer spot.”

      “If I’m alone here, should I stay away from the edge?”

      “That’s the safest course, dogs or not.”

      Archie and Belle came to a stop. Zach talked to them as people often talk to dogs, some words, some nonsense, his tone encouraging.

      You would make a good father. The words lit up in her mind, their truth accepted instantly. She’d never thought that about anyone else. Well, maybe Jamey, but no man who’d interested her romantically. Zach parented his dogs with affection and discipline, like a good father would.

      She almost groaned. Like she needed something else to like about him.

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