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joined Brook. Her plan sounded better than his did. Soon, with the
Goddess’s blessing, she’d be ripe with child and then the future might just
brighten.
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    Breena snuggled deeper into the blanket,
swimming in a sea of pillows and fading dreams. It had been one hell of a dream,
too. With the sexy stranger in the next room as the star, he was gentle and
sweet. A grin grew on her face.
    “Stop that!” Gran’s voice came from the
other side of her closed door. “No wandering!”
    “What?” How did she always know? “I just
woke up, most normal people say good morning.” She sat and crossed her arms
over her chest.
    “Good morning.” They were grunted words
and then the soft sound of feet shuffling from her door.
    Breena frowned, Gran always had that sixth
sense with things, and now apparently it could tell when she was thinking about
the sexy, gold man. A yawn erupted, followed by a much-needed stretch of her
arms. The man hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, he could be cruel or dumb or
worse.
    She stood and wrapped the yellow robe
around herself quickly. There was no need to let anyone in on her little secret.
The robe was long enough to hide the nighty that gently cupped her curves. She
had a thing for sexy lingerie. It was a walk on the wild side to order them and
grab the delivery before Gran. Then wearing them was as close to sexual heaven
as she could get. Soft silk or lace, she loved both. It glided over her body
and sent shivers along her spine straight to the hidden spot between her legs. She
stretched once more, her palms toward the ceiling before wrapping the robe
closed and opening her bedroom door.
    “I’m over to the market. Don’t forget to
cut the potatoes for dinner.” Gran was at the front door, her jacket already
over her shoulders. “I left some warm broth on the counter for the man...” She
gingerly pointed to the other room. “...and fresh bandages for you to clean him
up. Iníon... be careful with him.”
    “Gran.” She rolled of her eyes. She could
take care of herself.
    “If he tries anything, you have me
permission to hack off his good bits off.”
    “Gran!” A giggle lingered in her shocked
tone.
    “I’m just saying. I love you, Iníon.”
    “I love you, too...” Breena covered her
grin until Gran closed the front door and her little car rumbled to life. She
wasn’t going near his good bits, and if she did it would not be to cut them off.
First thing to do was get dressed. She would not be going near that gorgeous
hunk of a man without proper clothing or else her mind would stay on the good
bits instead of helping him heal.
    It took only a moment to remove her
favorite piece of clothing, and shove a pair of jeans along with a black
sweater over her head. The black boots with white laces had extra cushion on
the soles to help with her long walks to town. What happened to the original
black ones, Breena glared at that freaking cat. It glanced at her with big
green eyes and meowed innocently then scuttled under her bed.
    Now she stood outside the stranger’s door
with her hands full and her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why was she so
anxious? Sure, he was striking but that had never made her body hum with desire
like it did with him. She didn’t even know his name but the thought of that
silky golden hair or his warm flesh made her pulse skyrocket. Breena shook her
head, squared her shoulder and opened the door.
    The room was quiet except for the gentle
sound of his breathing. She shifted a chair from the kitchen to the side of his
bed and placed the things in her arms on it. Her eyes wondered. How could they
not roam his covered body? The clothes she grabbed yesterday were not on his
person. His body was covered by Gran’s quilt, correction, his lower half was
covered. The good bits, she grinned then walked to the big window that faced
their front yard. She threw the curtain apart, this was another of Gran’s
quilting projects and the movement displaced a lungful