Since he'd found her in the forest, Callm had gone through every emotion known to man. The worst wasn't what gripped him that first instant, what he'd believed Ewen had done, that second when he was ready to put his name on any peace treaty to stop her marrying the turd, to go to war with Ewen if necessary.
The worst was the second time her mouth touched his and he'd believed—damned stupidly at that—she did want him. Really, truly. The taste of her lips was nectar sweet.
Why was he here? Because desire for this candle-kissed wanton blew the top of his head off? Because she wanted him?
Hell. If only.
How big a fool did she think him that he didn't smell her deceit? Now he was just intrigued to know how far she was going to go. And why?She was a supposedly virginal glen princess.
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