Beth begging for pure sin. They were man and woman — bonded souls. Their love already existed.
When he thought back to their past lives together, he saw how passion held them together even through tumultuous times. Passion he must rekindle, so she would open up to him and he could determine if there was truth in what Finn proclaimed.
Would he be waylaid by a mere performance problem? Her pleasure would be his. And not to be underestimated, his spirit was strong. Surely, when the time came, mind and spirit would fortify body and so tightly queued, woven in love and passion, there would be no stopping his rise to the occasion. No breaking of eternal bonds.
Somewhere deep in her subconsciousness, the love of his lives knew what was at stake. She’d best prepare herself. Her safety was but one of his priorities. Bethia had merely glimpsed the obsession prowling his mind for her.
Chapter 9
Tricksters Don’t Knock
Beth glanced at the warrior crumpled on her passenger seat. A message had been drilled into her head and became so firmly rooted she couldn’t remember not knowing it: never get into a car with a stranger — never mind that — never talk to strangers, never take candy from them, and certainly never entertain fantasies about them in your bed. It was unheard of.
Yet, here she was. And though she hadn’t taken his candy, something told her it would be the richest, smoothest chocolate, a sumptuous indulgence to be licked from his finely sculpted … Stop that! What was wrong with her? This guy had abducted her from her kitchen, fully acknowledged a sinful disposition, and she had him covered in chocolate? It was time to get real — the controlling brute.
So what was it about him? He’d had her fully piqued back in the kitchen. Attacking him with the broom stick had felt like a game she wanted to play. He’d deflected her blows without hurting her, using force only to carry her to the car. She’d even heard him chuckle when he’d picked her up like he was having a grand time.
Why instead of fearing Calum did she feel safe with him? Way down in her bones, the warrior evoked security. And why did her stomach clench at the thought of walking into a police station? Beth trusted those gut feelings — her dad’s influence — if it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it. In her upside down world, it felt right to stick to Calum.
When they reached the bottom of Main Street, he peered out the window with dismay. “Are there no hills or mountains in this land?”
She shot him a bemused look. “In this land? No, Calum. The closest mountains are the Laurentians in the east. We do have the Niagara Escarpment though — a good view to keep a watch out for bad guys.”
“I prefer the mountains. Head east then, somewhere safe. Far from Ashbury is all the better.”
She scoffed and continued south. Did he really believe she’d drive to Quebec at his command?
Quebec.
A gasp rose in her throat. The business card from the backpack had been from a real estate office in Quebec City. The name came clear in her memory — Chantal Desjardins, RE/MAX Alliance. Could Chantal Desjardins shed light on the backpack mystery?
She turned east. Not because it was his idea. She would not be controlled by any man. Her gut feeling was one that impelled her to escape Ashbury. The driving force behind the feeling was undetermined and could just as easily be excitement as much as it could be fear for her safety. Adventure slipped in the window like a long–lost friend and curled down her leg to the gas pedal.
He had taken her by surprise back there in the kitchen. She thought he was flirting with her when he raked her body with a sensual look–over. He’d probably been calculating the ease with which he’d throw her over his shoulder. She’d be ready for him if he tried that again. An ember of excitement glowed at the thought. Okay, so she was slightly attracted to the guy — less than slightly, just a mere sliver of attraction
When he thought back to their past lives together, he saw how passion held them together even through tumultuous times. Passion he must rekindle, so she would open up to him and he could determine if there was truth in what Finn proclaimed.
Would he be waylaid by a mere performance problem? Her pleasure would be his. And not to be underestimated, his spirit was strong. Surely, when the time came, mind and spirit would fortify body and so tightly queued, woven in love and passion, there would be no stopping his rise to the occasion. No breaking of eternal bonds.
Somewhere deep in her subconsciousness, the love of his lives knew what was at stake. She’d best prepare herself. Her safety was but one of his priorities. Bethia had merely glimpsed the obsession prowling his mind for her.
Chapter 9
Tricksters Don’t Knock
Beth glanced at the warrior crumpled on her passenger seat. A message had been drilled into her head and became so firmly rooted she couldn’t remember not knowing it: never get into a car with a stranger — never mind that — never talk to strangers, never take candy from them, and certainly never entertain fantasies about them in your bed. It was unheard of.
Yet, here she was. And though she hadn’t taken his candy, something told her it would be the richest, smoothest chocolate, a sumptuous indulgence to be licked from his finely sculpted … Stop that! What was wrong with her? This guy had abducted her from her kitchen, fully acknowledged a sinful disposition, and she had him covered in chocolate? It was time to get real — the controlling brute.
So what was it about him? He’d had her fully piqued back in the kitchen. Attacking him with the broom stick had felt like a game she wanted to play. He’d deflected her blows without hurting her, using force only to carry her to the car. She’d even heard him chuckle when he’d picked her up like he was having a grand time.
Why instead of fearing Calum did she feel safe with him? Way down in her bones, the warrior evoked security. And why did her stomach clench at the thought of walking into a police station? Beth trusted those gut feelings — her dad’s influence — if it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it. In her upside down world, it felt right to stick to Calum.
When they reached the bottom of Main Street, he peered out the window with dismay. “Are there no hills or mountains in this land?”
She shot him a bemused look. “In this land? No, Calum. The closest mountains are the Laurentians in the east. We do have the Niagara Escarpment though — a good view to keep a watch out for bad guys.”
“I prefer the mountains. Head east then, somewhere safe. Far from Ashbury is all the better.”
She scoffed and continued south. Did he really believe she’d drive to Quebec at his command?
Quebec.
A gasp rose in her throat. The business card from the backpack had been from a real estate office in Quebec City. The name came clear in her memory — Chantal Desjardins, RE/MAX Alliance. Could Chantal Desjardins shed light on the backpack mystery?
She turned east. Not because it was his idea. She would not be controlled by any man. Her gut feeling was one that impelled her to escape Ashbury. The driving force behind the feeling was undetermined and could just as easily be excitement as much as it could be fear for her safety. Adventure slipped in the window like a long–lost friend and curled down her leg to the gas pedal.
He had taken her by surprise back there in the kitchen. She thought he was flirting with her when he raked her body with a sensual look–over. He’d probably been calculating the ease with which he’d throw her over his shoulder. She’d be ready for him if he tried that again. An ember of excitement glowed at the thought. Okay, so she was slightly attracted to the guy — less than slightly, just a mere sliver of attraction
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