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interested I am in the history of my land, and when she told me about the dig, I wasna about to let the opportunity pass.” Arran wondered if he’d layered on the lie a little too thick, but Andy just nodded as if he understood.
    “You either love archeology or you don’t.” Andy shoved his glasses higher on his nose and jabbed the pencil behind his ear. “Everyone seems to think it’ll be like Indiana Jones .”
    Arran just chuckled along with Andy, since he had no idea what Andy was referring to. “Can you point me to Dr. Ronnie Reid? I’d like to get acquainted.”
    There was a loud pop followed by static and someone’s disembodied voice yelling Andy’s name. Andy jumped and reached for the walkie-talkie strapped to his waist.
    “Dr. Reid is there.” Andy pointed over his shoulder before he clicked the walkie-talkie and began a conversation as he strode away.
    Summarily dismissed, Arran let his gaze wander the site. Since he didn’t know what Dr. Reid looked like, he began to look for someone who appeared to be in charge.
    His gaze paused when he found himself looking at the nicest bum he’d seen in a long time. The woman wore tight, faded jeans that looked well worn, as if they were her favorite. The denim hugged her slim hips and long legs.
    The wind paused, allowing the back of her tan jacket to fall into place, instantly hiding her backside from his view. Arran frowned. He liked what he’d seen. A lot. With one look, his blood was already burning for more than just a glance at her, churning with barely restrained desire.
    That mixed with the Druid magic that was pushing the limits of his control only added to his hunger. He got another eyeful of the woman’s backside and smiled in approval. He’d always appreciated a nice body when he saw one, and this woman had a particularly superb figure.
    Just before he looked away, the man beside the woman caught his attention. The older white man had a full beard more gray than black. A wide-brimmed, olive-colored hat rested upon his head to shield his eyes from the sun. He was speaking while the woman nodded her head of wheat-colored hair pulled back in a low, loose bun.
    And just like that, Arran found his eyes locked on the woman once more. His fingers longed to run down the length of her slender neck before delving into the strands of her hair, pulling her slowly toward him until her lips were parted, begging for his kiss.
    He swallowed and adjusted his jeans around his swollen cock. With great self-control, he looked away from the beauty and focused on the older gentleman again until his desire was in check.
    Arran knew he’d found Dr. Reid. Without hesitation, he walked to the duo. His curiosity about what the woman looked like caused him to change course so that he came up from her right side instead of from behind her.
    His gaze slid over her at his leisure. Her face was a golden bronze from her time outdoors. Her boots were muddied and as well worn as her jeans, proving she didn’t mind getting dirty.
    The long-sleeve plaid shirt he glimpsed under her jacket was tucked into her jeans and showed off her full breasts. But it was the gold chain with the trinity knot dangling just above her cleavage that intrigued him.
    It wasn’t just any piece of jewelry. It was ancient, and Arran would bet his immortality that she had unearthed it herself on some dig.
    Where, he’d like to know.
    There was another crackle of magic, and for an instant Arran thought it might have come from the woman.
    The magic was mie magic, or good magic. The mies were the ones who used the magic nature gave them to heal and to help things grow. They were the ones who had counseled the leaders of the clans, the ones who had educated the young.
    Had he felt drough magic, black magic, he would have sought the source immediately and ended it. Because droughs were evil. They gave their souls to Satan in order to use black magic.
    The feel of their magic was cloying, sickening—whereas