of light it vanished briefly before the chain materialized once again around Maggie’s neck. The cool, gold disc settled in the valley of her breasts as though it had never left.
“And ya say ya aren’t a witch?” Declan released her abruptly and stepped back, the cool air of the room replacing the warmth of his body. “Would seem ya tricked me again, lass, but at least ya have no more wishes with which to vex me.”
“What’s the matter, Declan?” Maggie pressed her hand over the amulet beneath her sweater. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
He growled something in Gaelic that she didn’t understand and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Maggie backed up and sat on the ledge of the closed window not sure what to do or say next. She still couldn’t believe she said that wish out loud.
“Why would ya wish that?” Declan growled with frustration.
He tore his sword off over his head and leaned it against the wall. Maggie noticed that it had the same shamrock emblem embedded in the handle.
“I-I’m not ready to leave yet.”
“Ya don’t have to come, lass.” Declan kept his voice low and moved closer. “Ya can take back the wish.”
“No.” Maggie shook her head and pulled the amulet from under her sweater, worrying the disc between her fingers as she did anytime she was nervous. “I want to go with you but... it’s all happening too fast. Give me a couple of days to get to know you and hear more about your story, and then I’ll give you the amulet.”
“Alright.” Declan inched closer still, invading her space with ease and dropping his voice to barely a whisper. He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead before trailing his knuckles along her cheek and finally settling them under her chin, tilting her face toward him. “Tell me, lass. What would ya have me doin’ while I’m here?”
Maggie’s stomach fluttered from the heated look in his eye and suggestive tone that edged his words. He oozed power and sexual energy. She wanted to tell him to take her right then and there. To strip her naked and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, but her face heated from the mere thought of it let alone finding the nerve to say it out loud.
“I’m just so tired of being alone, Declan.” Tears she wasn’t expecting stung her eyes and fell down her cheeks before she could stop them. “Stay with me... and tell me about where you’re from. Tell me stories like the ones Aunt Lizzie used to share, and tomorrow after sunset I’ll give you back the amulet and you can leave.” Maggie sucked in a deep breath before exhaling slowly and whispering. “I rescind my second wish. You do not have to take me with you and when I give you back the amulet... you’re free to go.”
Chapter Six
“Y a are full of surprises, Maggie O’Malley.” Declan studied her face, open, innocent and earnest. He searched her lovely green eyes for any hint of deception, but found none. “That’s all ya desire? To hear me speak of days long gone? And you’ll not want to come with me when I leave?”
Her small form wavered and she lifted one shoulder before swiping at her tearstained cheeks. This woman, delicate yet feisty, sexually charged and yet shy, was a bundle of contradictions. Declan suspected that his time with her would be anything but boring. He was drawn to her beauty, yes, but it was more than that. What struck a chord with him most of all was her loneliness and clear desire to connect with not only him, but also the world around her. And yet by all accounts she seemed to rarely venture out into it.
“Yes.” Maggie tore her gaze from his and fiddled with the amulet. “That’s it.”
He was about to ask her more about her own life, the family mentioned who no longer lived, but a sudden and almost forgotten physical need pulled him from his thoughts. Declan cleared his throat and stepped back increasing the distance between them.
“Pardon the indelicate request, lass, but it
“And ya say ya aren’t a witch?” Declan released her abruptly and stepped back, the cool air of the room replacing the warmth of his body. “Would seem ya tricked me again, lass, but at least ya have no more wishes with which to vex me.”
“What’s the matter, Declan?” Maggie pressed her hand over the amulet beneath her sweater. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
He growled something in Gaelic that she didn’t understand and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Maggie backed up and sat on the ledge of the closed window not sure what to do or say next. She still couldn’t believe she said that wish out loud.
“Why would ya wish that?” Declan growled with frustration.
He tore his sword off over his head and leaned it against the wall. Maggie noticed that it had the same shamrock emblem embedded in the handle.
“I-I’m not ready to leave yet.”
“Ya don’t have to come, lass.” Declan kept his voice low and moved closer. “Ya can take back the wish.”
“No.” Maggie shook her head and pulled the amulet from under her sweater, worrying the disc between her fingers as she did anytime she was nervous. “I want to go with you but... it’s all happening too fast. Give me a couple of days to get to know you and hear more about your story, and then I’ll give you the amulet.”
“Alright.” Declan inched closer still, invading her space with ease and dropping his voice to barely a whisper. He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead before trailing his knuckles along her cheek and finally settling them under her chin, tilting her face toward him. “Tell me, lass. What would ya have me doin’ while I’m here?”
Maggie’s stomach fluttered from the heated look in his eye and suggestive tone that edged his words. He oozed power and sexual energy. She wanted to tell him to take her right then and there. To strip her naked and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, but her face heated from the mere thought of it let alone finding the nerve to say it out loud.
“I’m just so tired of being alone, Declan.” Tears she wasn’t expecting stung her eyes and fell down her cheeks before she could stop them. “Stay with me... and tell me about where you’re from. Tell me stories like the ones Aunt Lizzie used to share, and tomorrow after sunset I’ll give you back the amulet and you can leave.” Maggie sucked in a deep breath before exhaling slowly and whispering. “I rescind my second wish. You do not have to take me with you and when I give you back the amulet... you’re free to go.”
Chapter Six
“Y a are full of surprises, Maggie O’Malley.” Declan studied her face, open, innocent and earnest. He searched her lovely green eyes for any hint of deception, but found none. “That’s all ya desire? To hear me speak of days long gone? And you’ll not want to come with me when I leave?”
Her small form wavered and she lifted one shoulder before swiping at her tearstained cheeks. This woman, delicate yet feisty, sexually charged and yet shy, was a bundle of contradictions. Declan suspected that his time with her would be anything but boring. He was drawn to her beauty, yes, but it was more than that. What struck a chord with him most of all was her loneliness and clear desire to connect with not only him, but also the world around her. And yet by all accounts she seemed to rarely venture out into it.
“Yes.” Maggie tore her gaze from his and fiddled with the amulet. “That’s it.”
He was about to ask her more about her own life, the family mentioned who no longer lived, but a sudden and almost forgotten physical need pulled him from his thoughts. Declan cleared his throat and stepped back increasing the distance between them.
“Pardon the indelicate request, lass, but it
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