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    Patrick was nothing if not persistent.   Yet once they encountered the dashingly handsome Sorin Sinclair, Patrick had pushed her to the breaking point in asking for an answer to his offer. It was times like these that she wished her father were with her.  
    All she had wanted to do was think about Sorin and how he’d seemingly come out of nowhere to grab her as she’d fell.   His brown eyes were dark, fathomless and held a hint of daring she’d never seen before.   His dark blond hair was long and held back in a queue.   All in all, he was dashing, handsome, and all-too appealing.
    The more Patrick pestered her for an answer instead of allowing her to mull through her time with Sorin, the more irate she became.   By the time they had reached her aunt’s house, Katrina had had enough. She turned Patrick down as gently as she could, but there was no denying the anger in his gray eyes. He had stormed off, and she knew she would never see him again. She wasn’t upset at the prospect.  
    She was relieved.  
    Katrina put a hand to her forehead and sighed as she leaned back against her door. As awful as it was, she had put off giving Patrick her answer because she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. He had been kind, always eager to help her since she’d come to Invergarry. It was really too bad she didn’t like him enough to consider him for a husband.  
    A smile threatened as her mind once more turned to Sorin. She closed her eyes and sighed as she thought of his blond hair darkened with streaks of brunette and his eyes of the deepest brown. His skin was bronzed from the sun and a shadow of whiskers darkened his jaw, making him look untamed and lethal. His nose was slightly bent, as if it had been broken. His mouth was wide, his lips thin, and his smile simply devastating.  
    As soon as he’d caught her, she’d grabbed onto his arms and felt the strength in his muscles through his tunic and jerkin. Just thinking of touching him again sent a thrill racing through her.   The thick sinew had flexed beneath her palms, making her heart race and the world begin to fall away.
    He’d caught her gaze and held it, refusing to let go.   It was as if he’d wanted to say something, but held back.   And even when he’d righted her, she hadn’t wanted to let go of him.   For the first time in a very long time, Sorin had made her feel secure.   Within his arms she didn’t feel the crush of the future upon her or the arguments from her family to choose a husband and get settled.
    His touch made it all go away, leaving just the two of them.  
    Her eyes slowly opened and she bit her lip as she sighed.   Sorin was handsome and gallant.   A man she could see herself spending more time with.   Suddenly, she was anxious about the next night. What would she wear? Would he come? Would he smile at her again, showing that dimple in his left cheek?  
    She hadn't felt such anticipation in a very long time, and it was glorious.  
     
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    Sorin stood looking at the modest building Katrina had entered. It was her aunt’s home, the very place he would arrive for dinner tomorrow night. He had been more than a little surprised to find her and Patrick discussing something on the front steps, something that Patrick obviously didn’t agree with. Was it him?  
    Sorin hoped it was. Patrick made no attempt to hide the fact he didn’t like him, not that Sorin cared. He was here for one thing – Katrina.  
    Waiting until the next night would be impossible. He’d have to think of some way to get near her tomorrow. Time was of the essence, and he had none to waste. If he could, he’d climb up to her chamber right now.  
    Instead, he kept to his position until sunset. Then he walked the dark alleys. The shadows hid everything, but what Sorin looked for would be easy to detect, even in the darkness. Many nights he had read of the Tnargs, especially when his brothers left to search for their mates. Grand tales of how