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pitched in his face spurred him to prove Elaine, once and for all, to whom she belonged. Take what he felt in his blood, in his bones was his.
    Everything about her tied him in knots. Her killer eyes, those eyes could slash pricks in half with only a nasty look. And he was a glutton for punishment, for despite that fact, he kept riling her calm waters just so she would keep giving him those looks. It was far better than her indifference.
    The frown between his dark brows deepened into a scowl as he peeled off his shirt. It dropped a long way down, forgotten at his bare feet.
    In that instant, the laden clouds suffusing the sky cleared and the sculpted planes of his naked torso was washed in the silver beams of the highland moon. The strength and power flowing in the corded muscles appeared unearthly in its glow, even godly.
    But the one who occupied the thoughts of this god, was a mortal woman of flesh and blood.
    Had Trevor really seen what he suspected in Elaine’s eyes? Desire and passion hadn’t been the only emotions glazing her twin ambers, but tears as well.
    Yes, he admitted to himself, there were times when her sharp tongue drove him to an edge where he wanted to shake her so hard that her teeth rattled till some sense clattered back into her brains.
    But even in his worst moments, he had never, ever, wanted to see Elaine truly hurt. And seeing today what seemed suspiciously like tears gathering in her eyes had dug a sliver in his heart. Heart that he had so arrogantly believed no longer susceptible to her.
    But why should her pain still affect him so profoundly? Did he not swear to himself that no longer would he live half a life moaning like a starved pug for a crumb of a lass’s one sweet word, one soft look?
    When she fled from the twilight room it felt as if he were thrown back in time to endure once again the agony of her defection and, most of all, the cruel flint of jealousy that was scorching him alive till this day.
    Furious and embittered, every little thud of his heart on the confines of his ribcage was like a punch thrown against a damned rock.
    However, it’s what happened before her flight this evening that still had him stunned. Hard to trust if his twisted mind hadn’t just played a sick joke on him.
    Elaine kissed him. Him!
    A kiss she initiated. Elaine, who had had puked her guts out when she realised to whom exactly she had handed her virginity.
    Yes, she had kissed him. A surge of fierce victory coursed through Trevor.
    Part of him wanted to go break open the doors to her room and force out from her the same passionate abandon she showed him earlier. And only when they had both satisfied their fiery need for each other would he demand the meaning of this confounding one-eighty she pulled on him. He could have bet his life she hated his guts.
    But no woman fuming with hate for a man could respond to him like she did, could she?
    There was that other part of him which reasoned Elaine and he, both were at the end of their tether. One wrong move could obliterate things as before, something which he found himself strongly unwilling to see.
    Trevor had never known this gripping fixation with any other woman.
    Even as a young lad of twenty-one with too many women in his bed to count, his world completely tilted on its axis for a lass only fifteen. He had tried to stay away. Jesus, how he fought his growing fascination with her. Carried the rotting carcass of a losing battle over his shoulders for all of two years, twenty-seven days and three hours.
    And then, the lass went ahead and enslaved his heart in a span of one earth shattering grand fuck of his life. Though later, she couldn’t have run faster into the en suite bathroom if her tail was caught on fire.
    No doubt dying to wash away every last trace of him!
    Only Elaine had ever managed to screw with his mind like this. All this time she had treated him like a terminal disease. Never deigned to look in the same direction he did. Words for him