Chapter 16

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“There it is, right below us. A chunk of cantilevered earth broke away where the rock fell.” Graeme stood looking down from the window arch, his dark hair streaming in the wind. His voice gave no indication he knew the world changed the instant they’d entered the tower’s good-sized embrasure.

The spacious alcove did appear sturdy, just as he’d promised. Bathed in sunlight and shadow, the deep recess proved as romantically medieval as Kendra had imagined. Two opposite-facing stone benches framed the arched opening, their seats smooth and weatherworn. The glint of the sea winked from beyond the window gap, and she could hear the crashing of the waves echoing up from the shore. Like the wind, the sea’s roar filled the alcove, adding to its magic.

And although the enclosing walls smelled of age and damp, she’d never complain. She loved the scent of old stone and ancient places. Especially at sites like Castle Grath, where, even though the ruin wore centuries of wind and rain, enough remained for the stronghold’s essence to still pulse deep inside its proud, aged heart.

Kendra pressed a hand to her own heart. She could sense the life force of Grath’s every stone, the well-deserved dignity of a place whose soul was, to her way of thinking, as alive and vital as in the time of the clans.

Just as she believed that the dead didn’t come back to life, but rather never stopped living, so did she believe places had feelings. They certainly held the emotions of the people who’d once loved and cared for them. And, she knew as well, the energies of those who may not have been as kind. No thought or deed ever really vanished. They remained imprinted on the past. And over time, they breathed life and memory into stone. Wind, rain, and moon glow also held reminisces. At least she liked to think so.

Not everyone agreed, and many would laugh at the notion.

But to those like her who sensed such things, visiting a site like Caste Grath was a beautiful and deeply moving experience.

There was just one problem.

Nothing but emptiness filled the large, arch-topped window opening. Except, of course, the sweeping view of sea and sky. And—she swallowed—the all-too-delicious man who leaned against the arch’s soaring, cold-stoned edge and was clearly expecting her to join him.

She wasn’t sure she could.

One, she knew the drop-off would make her dizzy.

Two, she’d crossed a line climbing up here. Stepping any closer to Graeme right now would mean her ultimate doom. That she also knew, even as her feet started inching toward him, wholly without her consent.

She stopped at once. “I believe you. That the rock fell from here, on the other side of this tower, I mean.” She pushed back her hair when wind whipped the strands into her eyes. Strong, cold wind that smelled of the sea and almost knocked her into one of the window benches. She braced herself, sure another gust would sweep past any moment. Hopefully Graeme hadn’t seen her sway.

The concern that flickered across his face said he had. “You’re not afraid, are you?” He held out a hand, encouraging her. “There’s a fine view of the seals from up here. You’d see old Bart basking on a rock, surrounded by his female admirers.”

“It is a long drop…” She put her hand in his even as she spoke, drawn to him as if by an invisible rope.

“I’ll hold you tight. No worries.” He gave her an easy smile, pulling her close to his side, unaware that he was sealing their fate.

“I’m okay, really.” At least she would be if her heart slowed and her pulse stopped hammering in her ears. “I would like to see the view.”

That was just the beginning. But she settled for leaning into him, letting him guide her a bit closer to the yawning gap that pretended to be a window. Death trap would’ve been an equally apt description. She could’ve thought of more, but Graeme’s grip on her proved too distracting. Big, strong, and warm, his hand softened the edges of her nerves, calming her. His arm around her did other things to her. Wonderful things that made it okay for him to guide her anywhere he wanted, even a huge window opening up to a steep drop.

“Look there, a bit to our right.” He nodded at the narrow ledge of grass and rock beneath the tower.

“Oh! I do see where the rock went down.” She did. And her breath caught as she stared at the fresh rip in the cliff’s edge. It was a semicircular gap about three feet square that exposed the black, peaty earth and a torn tangle of grass and nettle roots.

“Aye, but do you see Bart?” He closed his arm tighter about her waist, and then stroked her hair back from her face and gently turned her head in the opposite direction. “There he is near the Sea Wyfe. You can see what a ladies’ man he is. There isn’t a female seal able to resist him.”

“I’m not surprised.” Kendra agreed, sure no bull seal could look more proud as the huge beast lifted his thick-whiskered head, barking as ten or more females clamored around his rock, vying for his attention. “He’ll be quite the hero, having saved you from certain death.”

“Ach, well…” Graeme’s face clouded over for a moment and he stepped back from the window’s edge, drawing her with him. “At least we know Ramsay is taking our feud to new heights if he was willing to risk young Watt’s neck to get to me.

“But the magic he thinks he has at his disposal isn’t as powerful as he believes.” He released her, his expression still serious.

“He really does practice magic?”

“The darkest kind, aye.” He glanced over his shoulder at the sea, toward Pennard and—Kendra knew—the big house on the cliff above the harbor, where Ramsay apparently spent his time plotting Graeme’s demise. “At least he thinks he does.”

Looking back at her, he smiled again, his face clearing once more. “He’s not your problem, lass. You’ll be leaving here soon and will ne’er have to see the bastard again. As for me”—he shrugged—“I’ve dealt with him and his like for longer than I can remember. None of them have gotten the better of me yet, and I’m not about to let that change.”

“I’m sure you won’t.” Kendra turned her face into the wind, hoping its chill would dash the heat that had sprung to her cheeks when he’d reminded her of her inevitable return to the States.

The thought hollowed her, stealing the sense of completeness that filled her here, in this special corner of the world and with Graeme at her side. She took a deep breath, knowing she had no right to feel as she did. The truth was she never enjoyed boarding the flight back across the Atlantic, and always wished she could stay on in Britain.

But this was the first time the prospect of going home made her feel ill.

Of course, she also hadn’t ever spent time in a cozy-quaint fishing village in northern Scotland where—her heart squeezed painfully—the most remarkable man she’d ever met just happened to live.

She had fallen in love with him.

She even loved his dog.

Thinking about the two of them and Pennard, sent a whirlwind of images through her mind. The loud and crowded chaos of Newark Airport, quickly followed by traffic fumes and jammed highways, then a wall of monstrously tall gray buildings that blotted the sky and stole any views of what once would’ve been rich and verdant land.

No less unappealing was a rush of neon signs and billboards, boxy superstores surrounded by ocean-sized parking lots, a car or SUV in every available space, empty shopping carts filling any unoccupied cranny. Kendra frowned, blinking several times to banish the unwanted reminders of just what awaited her when she left her Glasgow-to-Newark plane.

Too bad she couldn’t do the same to her ears. As if determined to plague her, they rang with the ever-present buzz of a modern world as distant to Pennard as the dark side of the moon, or maybe even Pluto. She fisted her hands, trying not to recall the horrid roar of leaf blowers or, much worse in recent times, the earth-shaking drone of the dinosaurlike bucket trucks from the year-long renovation work on her aged apartment building.

Then there were garbage trucks, jackhammers, and police or emergency sirens.

It was always something.

Pennard might have ghosts and Gavin Ramsay, but there was peace and quiet.

The soul-balm kind she could use so badly.

Even the heavy-metal rock music she’d heard pumping out of the Mermaid hadn’t been able to put more than slight dent in the night’s tranquility. Pennard was a place like no other. And she doubted a place quite so special existed anywhere else, even in Scotland.

She blinked again, for her eyes were beginning to burn. Then she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the clean, wet cold of the air. Something she shouldn’t have done because she was instantly reminded of the stifling heat of a US summer. How she dreaded those searing days of glaring, fry-your-eyeballs sun that robbed one’s energy even in beautiful Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

She preferred mist and soft rain, moody gray skies and cold air. Peat smoke on autumn wind, and the lilting tones of Scottish voices, the creaking of fishing boats in a small stone-pier harbor, and—her heart ached—nights of black-velvet skies with more stars than she’d ever before seen.

She wanted Scotland, and it was going to rip her in pieces to leave.

Especially knowing Graeme and Jock would remain behind, going on with their lives as if she’d never crossed their path. The thought made her throat ache and she swallowed hard, sure she’d never be the same without them.

“You needn’t worry about Ramsay.” Graeme was at her side, clearly misunderstanding the reason she’d gone so still. His soft voice was low, full of concern, his breath warm on her cheek. “You’re safe so long as you’re here with me. I’ll no’ let him near you.”

Kendra looked at him, her heart beating wildly. She could feel the brightness of her eyes, knew he’d see the shimmer of tears.

“What is it?” He angled his head, studying her face. “If?—”

“It isn’t what you think.” She touched two fingers to his lips, silencing him. “It’s…”

She stepped back, letting her words trail away as she summoned courage. Then, before she could change her mind, she reached for the leather band tying his hair at his nape. She undid the knot with fingers she wished weren’t quite so shaky, freeing his long, black hair to spill loosely about his shoulders.

“It was this.” She lifted a handful of the thick, glossy strands, stunned by her boldness. “I wanted to see you with your hair unbound, looking fierce, wild, and so at home in this special place. Like”—she forced herself to speak true, tried hard not to shiver in the chill sea air surrounding them—“a proud Highland warrior of old.

“This place is so different from my world.” She let go of his hair, embarrassed now but unable to stem the words rushing from her heart. “And you—you look so right here. As if you were meant to be of this time”—she touched the cold, damp stone of the window edge, trailing her fingers down the side of an arch crafted centuries before her own country was born—“here at Castle Grath when these walls were whole. I feel that about you so strongly.”

“Kendra…” He just looked at her, shook his head. “You have a romantic soul.”

“It’s more than that.” More than he’d like to hear.

Sure of it, she struggled against the emotions rising inside her, hoping he hadn’t caught any bitter undertones in her words. They were there, she knew. She could taste them still, like as ash on her tongue.

But she so wished…

“I do have a passion for this place, lass.” He leaned against the window edge again, his gaze going past her to rest on the sea. Scattered clouds were beginning to show above the horizon, casting dark patches on the otherwise blue-gleaming water. “You’re not far off in your thoughts, not at all. Truth is, I love this whole coast so much, there could never be anywhere else for me in all the world. I would never leave here, not for anything.

“And I shouldn’t be doing this.” He pushed away from the wall and took both her hands in his, lifting her fingers to his lips, kissing each one. “It’s been too long since I’ve—” He broke off, his eyes darkening as he let go of her hands and took hold of her face, looking down at her in a way that sent heat rushing through her.

“I want you, lass.” He thrust his fingers in her hair, tipping back her head so she had to meet his gaze. “You do something to me I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. And perhaps I never did, no’ like this.” His eyes went even darker, his burr thickening. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at Balmedie.”

“I’ve felt the same.” Kendra could hardly speak, her heart splitting.

He lowered his head and kissed her. And it was the deepest, most scorching kiss she’d ever had. Every bit as thrilling as his other kisses, but with a searing intimacy that shook her world.

This kiss counted.

There could be no mistake he wanted to give her this one.

And oh, how she desired him, too.

He slid his hands down to her shoulders, not breaking the kiss. She brought her own hands up to grip his face, holding him so he couldn’t pull away from her. Not that there seemed any danger of that, because he still kissed her deeply, each tantalizing sweep of his tongue against hers taking her breath, almost intoxicating her. She leaned into him, reveling in his strong, hard body so close to hers, unable to get enough of him, aching for more.

“Precious lass, what have you done to me?” He pulled back to nuzzle her neck, nipping the soft skin beneath her ear, then inhaling deep, as if he wanted to fill his lungs with the scent of her.

She shivered, stroking her fingers through his unbound hair. She was half afraid she’d waken any moment to find herself in bed at the Laughing Gull. But his arms only tightened around her, much more substantial than a fantasy as he eased her back against the tower wall, his hips pressing against hers. The heat of his body warmed her through their clothes, making her tingle with awareness.

“I didn’t want this.” He grasped her face again, looking deep into her eyes. His own were darker than she’d ever seen, burning with passion. “I tried so hard, but the temptation was too strong. You’ve haunted my dreams. I’ve lain awake at night, aching for you.”

“I know. I mean, I’ve felt the same.” Her heart pounded in her ears and she pressed herself closer against him. “I still do.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say she wanted him. She had a strong feeling that’s where they were going. And if the swell in his pants was any indication, he already knew she wouldn’t say no.

“Then hear me well, lass”—he kissed the top of her head, ran his hands down her shoulders and along her arms, lacing their fingers when he reached her hands—“I’ll no’ be able stop if I keep kissing you. Tell me now if?—”

“Don’t stop.” She squeezed his hands, then let go, slipping her own inside his jacket, placing them against his hard, muscled chest. “I know what will happen.”

“Kendra. You’re like no woman I’ve known.” He stroked the hair back from her face, lifted her chin so she had to look at him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, even more than that.” His voice deepened, the rich, honeyed tones turning her to liquid, making her tremble with need. “I wouldn’t hurt you, sweet. No’ for anything in the world.”

“You won’t.” That wasn’t true. But she’d worry about the consequences later.

Right now she felt weak with desire. Too needy to care about tomorrow, and she sensed an equal urgency in him. It blazed in the dark smolder of his eyes and showed when he pulled her against him, almost crushing her as he kissed her again, even more passionately than before. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, wishing she could hold on to him that way forever.

Whatever he thought, she knew their time together was quite limited.

These moments at Castle Grath might be all the bliss they’d have.

Not wanting to think about their inevitable separation, she looked out at the sea, breathed deep of the cold, tangy air. Before the stunning, oh-so-northern Scottish view drove home just how far out of her element she was, she slipped a hand around the back of Graeme’s neck and returned his kisses as boldly as she dared, using her passion to show him how much this meant to her.

She needed more than kisses, wanted to be with him wholly, feeling him pressed skin to skin against and inside her, if only this once.

“Graeme.” She twined her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer, their kisses now a heated tangling of tongues and soft, shared breath.

“I would lie with you, lass, taking you again and again until the light fades.” He broke free from the embrace, raining kisses on her face and throat, nipping the side of her neck. “But here…”

Not taking his gaze off her, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the alcove’s stone benches. “This isn’t the best place.” His voice was muffled as he jerked his sweater over his head, letting it drop to the cold stone floor. “I’d rather have?—”

“The ruin is perfect.” She couldn’t believe the steadiness of her voice.

“Nae, you are perfect.” He took the dirk from beneath his belt, placing it on top of his jacket before he tugged his shirt from his pants, undoing the buttons with a speed that sent heat rushing through her.

He wanted her badly.

And—she couldn’t take her eyes off his nakedness—she’d never seen a more beautiful man. The dusting of chest hair she’d felt earlier was just as black as she’d imagined and even sexier, spread so temptingly across his powerfully muscled chest and then arrowing down his abdomen to draw attention to the large bulge in his jeans.

Kendra’s pulse quickened. He bent to take off his boots. Then, before she could blink, his jeans joined the sweater on the floor.

“You see what you do to me.” He reached for her jacket, removing it with the same startling swiftness with which he’d shed his own clothes.

“I do.” She touched his jaw, the rasp of his beard exciting her.

“Good.” He smiled, the heat in his eyes making her tremble in anticipation. “Because I want you to know how much I desire you, Kendra.” A shadow crossed his face then, his smile dimming. “I don’t do this lightly. You’re special.” He smoothed his hands down over her breasts, cupping her through the softness of her pullover. “I can’t resist you, lass. I’m that powerfully drawn to you.”

Pulling her to him again, he kissed her deeply, gently squeezing the curve of her breast. “I don’t want you to leave here.” He breathed the words against her cheek, their portent filling her with happiness.

“I mean that, lass.” He stood back, lifting her chin to look into her eyes. “If there’s any way you can stay on, we’ll find it.”

“I’d love to.” Kendra bit her lip, nodding.

She ached to stay. But his suggestion, though beyond her wildest dreams, also flooded her mind with thoughts of Zack and Ghostcatchers International, her work here, and—a ripple of dread raced along her nerves—the need to tell him Jock MacAllister’s message.

And when she did…

It’d be over.

“Just kiss me, please.” She pushed the worries from her mind, reaching for him.

“No’ so fast, sweet.” He shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face as he removed her pullover, letting it fall on top of his own sweater and shirt. “Gods, you’re beautiful.” He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping and weighing them, rolling his thumbs over the chill-tightened crests.

He leaned down to kiss her neck, nipping her skin lightly. “I’ll be aye grateful to the steepness of Cliff Road for keeping you stopped there when Jock and I came along.” As he spoke, he moved his hands over her hips, then along her thighs and back up again until he reached the fastening of her pants, undoing them and pulling them down her legs until she was just as naked as he was.

Kendra closed her eyes, cold air washing her even as the most sensual heat spilled through her. “I’m glad I stopped.”

She was, even if she knew she’d surely regret it once she was back home and pining for him.

Opening her eyes, she met his gaze, wishing she dared stop him now—just for a moment—to tell him all the things she must. But she couldn’t summon the courage, as her overwhelming need for him, for this closeness, was too powerful and urgent to risk ruining.

She wanted him so badly.

Delicious waves of pleasure spooled everywhere, gathering low by her thighs where hot tingles and driving need made her forget everything except Graeme and the wonder of feeling his gaze on her, his hands caressing her intimately.

Had any man ever looked at her with such appreciation?

She knew no one had. And seeing the hunger and desire on his handsome face was almost unbearably rousing. He’d urged her knees apart and was looking down at her, stroking her as if she were fragile, the most precious treasure he’d ever seen. She lifted her hips against his hand, his masterful touch making her burn for him.

He caressed her lightly, moving his fingers over her like the softest breeze, watching her face as he did so, his dark gaze locked on hers. And the intimacy of him looking deeply into her eyes as he stroked her almost sent her spinning over the edge. Her pleasure built, sweet, molten heat setting her aflame.

“Oh, please…” She could hardly breathe. “You’re melting me. Please…”

“That’s the idea. I mean to please you.” He gave her a slow, devastating smile as he slid his hands around her hips and beneath her, lifting her onto a ledge in the wall. When he raised one of her feet, opening her legs wider as he set her foot on the alcove’s stone bench, she nearly did climax. “Stay still, lass. Keep your legs apart and let me just look at your beauty.”

“Oh, mercy…” She couldn’t stand it. The pleasure whipping through her was too intense. He wasn’t just looking at her, but devouring her with his eyes. And she’d never felt so decadently female, so very desired and wanted.

But when he dropped to one knee and leaned close to kiss her inner thigh, she jerked, embarrassment sweeping her. “Oh, no. Please, don’t do that.”

No one ever had.

And if he did, as she knew he intended, she wasn’t sure she could look him in the eye again. He didn’t have any such qualms, one black brow lifting as he looked up at her, questioning.

“I told you you’re beautiful, especially here.” Not taking his gaze off her, he lowered his head, kissing her belly, his fingers again working their magic on the place she was worried about.

“And you taste delicious.” He kissed his way lower, grazing her with his teeth, teasing her with his tongue. “The sweetest nectar,” he said, licking her then, each delicious stroke making her breath come faster. The tingles weren’t just there now, but everywhere. They raced through her entire body and even along her skin, electrifying her.

“I can’t bear it. Please.” She squirmed on the stone ledge, gripping its edge with one hand and digging the other into his hair. “You must stop.”

“Is it no’ good, then?” He flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot, then again oh-so lightly. And the maddeningly wicked sensations were going to shatter her at any moment. “It is for me.” His voice was rough, his burr thick now, the rich, buttery tones flowing through her as wondrously as the shivery pleasure he was giving her. “I’ll stop if you want me to. Just say and I will.”

“No.” She couldn’t lie. “I didn’t mean it, really. I couldn’t bear it if you stopped.” The last words came out in a rush, heat staining her cheeks.

“So it is good, then?” He was still looking up at her, holding her gaze, and his smile almost undid her. The next touches of his tongue did undo her.

“Oh, no-o-o…” She felt herself falling, the stone walls of the ruined tower and the sweeping view of sea and sky starting to spin around them as her heart pounded and she grew dizzy from the intense, spiraling pleasure. “It’s too much. I can’t?—”

“You can.” He slipped a hand between her legs, circling one finger around the spot driving her so wild. “And”—he pushed to his feet as he stroked her, giving her a heated smile when she lifted her legs, locking them around his hips—“I’d help you there now, with me inside you.”

“Oh, yes…” She tipped back her head, levering herself against the cold stones of the tower wall as he gripped her arms to steady her. His hard length nudged her and she arched her back, lifting her hips for him as he eased himself inside her at last.

“Och, lass…” He stilled and then lunged deep, filling her, claiming her soul as she slid her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moved slowly in and out of her. Each thrust thrilled her; his long, thick length feeling so good, so right.

Her entire body welcomed him. The world and all her cares and restraints no longer existed. Only Graeme’s strong arms holding her and his proud, masculine body making her his, branding her forever. As if from a distance, she could hear the crashing of waves and the barking of his seals. The wind seemed to increase, shrieking now as it rushed past the great open space that had once been a fine medieval window arch. All of that surrounded them, yet none of it mattered.

Nothing existed except the two of them.

Until he swept his hands up from her arms to grip her face, kissing her hungrily as he thrust deeper and faster, fiercely now. Almost as if he, too, knew this would likely be their only time together. Her heart lurched on the thought, even as her body arched, her climax ripping through her at last. And still he kissed her, rough, open-mouthed kisses, frantic and ravenous, as he finally jerked and shuddered, spilling his seed deep inside her.

And it was in that exact moment that another sound intruded on the solitude of pounding breakers and the wail of cold, northern wind.

It was the quiet putter of a boat motor.

Drawing away from her, Graeme glanced toward the window opening and frowned at the small, dark blue boat just passing by the rock-edged entrance to the cove.

“Damn!” He stepped in front of Kendra, shielding her, although the boat looked too far away for anyone to see them up here inside the ruined tower.

“That’s the Fenris, Ramsay’s craft.” Swearing beneath his breath, Graeme snatched up his clothes, throwing them on even faster than he’d torn them off. “It looks like he didn’t trust Ritchie or his own far-seeing abilities enough to wait to see if his magic worked.”

Kendra pushed to her feet slowly, the magic that she and Graeme had spun evaporating. She picked up her own clothes, pulling them on much more clumsily than Graeme had donned his. Unlike her, he seemed to have recovered at speed, already forgetting the passion they’d just shared. His eyes were dark and blazing again, but this time it was with anger and not desire.

“He’s already gone.” She saw that when she retrieved her jacket from the stone bench. “I don’t even hear the boat’s motor now.”

“Aye, he’s left.” Graeme stepped closer to the window, gripping its edge to lean out and look towards Pennard. “He’ll have had only had to cruise by the haul-out site to see we weren’t lying there, crushed by a stone.”

“He’ll have seen your boat, though.” Kendra shrugged into her jacket, feeling sick that such beautiful moments had to end this way. “He must know we came up here.”

“So he will, aye.” Graeme took her hand, already leading her away from the embrasure, back down the tower’s ancient, ruined stair. “And he’ll no doubt head straight to the Mermaid, where he’ll order a fish supper and a pint, hoping one of his lackeys will burst in with news that I’ve been arrested for killing Ritchie Watt.”

“But you sent Ritchie away.” Kendra almost stumbled on the lower steps, her legs still shaky. “There won’t be any gossip until people start wondering where Ritchie went.”

“That’s right.” Graeme looked up at the sky as they reached the bottom of the stair and stepped out of the tower’s protective half circle. The sun still shone, but gray clouds were building in the distance and the air smelled faintly of rain. “So”—he turned to her—“I think we should let him a wait and wonder. If we go back down to cove now, we’ll just have time to enjoy our packed lunch and then head back to Pennard before the weather breaks.”

“Okay…” Kendra wished they could stay here forever.

But she forced a smile. “I am hungry.”

She was, but it was more of him that she wanted.

How awful that he didn’t seem bothered by the same need. She stole a sidelong glance at him, hurt that he could appear so cool, as if nothing at all had happened between them. Or, and this really stung, as if he wished they hadn’t done what they had.

He met her glance, frowning as he reached to squeeze her arm. Her breath caught and her heart jumped, and for a moment he looked again like the guardian she always thought him to be. A man who’d walk through fire and challenge the world for someone he cared about.

He’d said he had, after all.

“When we get back to Pennard, I’ll take you straight to the Laughing Gull.” His words put doubt in her mind. “I want you to stay there and not leave for any reason. I need to find out what Ramsay’s next move will be. I’ll come for you after I’ve dealt with him.”

“What are you going to do to him?” Kendra’s mouth went dry at the thought of them fighting.

Graeme looked eager. “Only what I should have done many years ago. But dinnae you worry.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “It won’t be anything on the wrong side of the law. I’m not that daft.”

“I know.” Kendra nodded, her stomach tightening as they approached the edge of the bluff. The way back down to Grath’s crumbling sea gate and its half arch would be worse than the climb up the cliff path.

But it wouldn’t be as awful as the certainty she’d made a terrible mistake. And it wasn’t getting naked and making love with Graeme in the ruined shell of a medieval tower. She’d wanted that and wouldn’t change a moment of the pleasure they’d shared. Whether he felt the same way or not, she believed they’d made magic together.

Their souls had joined, if only for those special moments.

None of that could ever be wrong.

What did bother her was keeping quiet about her work and Jock MacAllister. She should’ve told him right away, taking her chances on his reaction. Now it was too late. But she still had to tell him.

She just didn’t know how.