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look through more than just her hand. The
entire length of her – even her richly-worked woolen robe - was as insubstantial
as a will-o’-wisp.
    Yet the strange woman was her.
    His dream vixen.
    He tried to go to her, but his feet
wouldn’t move. And neither would his lips when he attempted to speak. He could
only stand and stare, watching as she faded into the moonlight, disappearing in
a swirl of twinkling sparkles that danced on the air, taunting him, before
they, too, vanished as if they’d never been.
    “Thor’s hammer!" Rogan
scrubbed a hand over his face.
    Even that one cannot help us….
    The words came on the icy wind
still racing past the windows. But even as he wondered if he’d really heard
them, the night stilled. All was silent save for the muffled roar of the nearby
sea.
    Sure now that he was in danger of
losing his wits, he strode across the room and thrust his hands into the corner
where he’d seen the woman. But, of course, he felt nothing out of the ordinary.
    Rogan frowned.
    He knew he’d seen her.
    He’d heard her, too.
    Yet….
    The more he tried to make sense of
it, the more it tied his mind in knots. It was one thing to have heated dreams
of a hot, passionate woman. And perhaps he could also be excused for enjoying
their sensual encounters, real or imagined. He was, after all, a red-blooded
man with needs and desires that made it impossible to resist such temptation.
    But to have her suddenly appear as
a see-through woman in his own bedchamber, calling him a different name, and
then vanishing before his waking eyes, tested even his limits of belief.
    And as a MacGraith – hereditary
guardians of nearby Smoo Cave, with all its inherent oddities – he’d been born
to accept strange happenings.
    This night he’d had enough.
    So he crossed the room determinedly
and climbed into his bed, pulling the sheets and furred coverings over him. The
morrow would be soon enough to think on the things he’d seen and heard.
    But as soon as he rolled onto his
side and tried to sleep, he knew he wasn’t alone.
    She was in the bed with him.
    Naked, warm, and supple as always.
    Rogan’s eyes snapped open. He
couldn’t see her – she was lying behind him, her full, round breasts pressing
against his back. Equally rousing, she was sliding one sleek thigh up and down
his in a slow, sensual glide that would bring any man to his knees.
    Rogan groaned. His entire body
tightened.
    “Don’t leave me." She spoke
the same words as before. But this time she used the voice he knew.
    The voice he loved.
    Knowing himself lost, he turned to
face her. His heart caught when he saw the want in her amber eyes. She reached
for him, trembling as she wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him,
begging his kiss.
    “Lass-”
    “Don’t leave me,” she pleaded
again, just as he slanted his mouth over hers.
    His heart pounded and he pulled her
close, thrusting his hands in her hair as he kissed her. She opened her lips
beneath his, her tongue slipping into his mouth, firing his senses even as he
slid his hands from her hair down over her shoulders and to her breasts. He
rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, almost losing his seed when they hardened
beneath his caress, thrusting greedily against his fingers.
    “Lass…." He broke their kiss,
pulling back to look at her. “I don’t even know your name.”
    “But you know me ." She
bracketed his face, dragging him back to her mouth, silencing him with a
deeper, more feverish kiss. “I am yours.
    “I have always been yours. And” –
she pressed into him, her silken warmth and lush curves taking his breath and
blotting everything in his world but her – “you, my heart, will always be
mine.”
    “Aye, I am,” Rogan agreed,
believing it.
    And then, for the rest of the long
night, he knew no more.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    “You can be letting me out here,
lassie."
    Lindy glanced at the tiny
black-garbed woman she’d picked up along the roadside shortly after