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to his being so close to her. The exchange felt like so much more to him.
    Suddenly remembering why he was here in the first place—to attend Calla’s wedding—he
     said, “You’ll give me a ride to the wedding I’m attending. I’m already late.” At least
     he assumed he was late. He hadn’t calculated any extra time into his travel plans,
     and he’d already figured he’d arrive about the time everyone else took their seats
     in the church.
    “Wedding? Don’t tell me…” She put a finger to her chin, the skin beneath her eyes
     crinkling with wry amusement. Then she pointed at him, the point of her fingertip
     hovering so close to his chest that he was just waiting for her to make the intimate
     connection again. This time she didn’t, to his disappointment. “It’s your wedding.”
    “If it was, would that make a difference?” He watched her expression, seeing the sparkle
     of humor in her eyes. He didn’t know why he’d asked, except that he could smell the
     way he intrigued her, just as much as she intrigued him. He really wanted to know—did
     it matter to her?
    “It depends. I might be saving the bride from a fate worse than death if I delayed
     your marrying her.”
    At that, Cearnach grinned. He loved a woman with a sense of humor. “It’s my friend’s
     wedding.”
    “Ah, then that’s a different matter. Can’t disappoint a friend.” She truly sounded
     sympathetic. “Why don’t you have a spare tire? I guess it would be inconvenient to
     change a tire in all this wind while wearing a kilt.” This time she raked him up and
     down with a sassy viewing of his whole body, her expression one of pure feminine delight.
    His body tightened with need.
    She was just as diligent in looking him over as he had been with her. It was as if
     they were sparring. Her thorough job of looking was enough to turn up the heat already
     making his blood sizzle.
    “I would have no difficulty changing a tire in or out of my kilt.” He motioned to
     the car where the rear tires were perfectly deflated. “As you can see, lassie, you
     ruined two tires. I only have one spare. Now I’m later than before, and you’re driving me to the wedding.”
    “I’ll be late for my appointment. You’ll have to call someone else to help you out.”
    Ignoring her plans since she’d ruined his own and she owed him, he said, “If I had
     to wait for assistance, I’d miss the whole ceremony. So you’ll take me to the wedding
     since my car isn’t going anywhere and you helped to put it there.”
    Cearnach decided the only way to make the woman see his position was to escort her
     to the passenger side of the car and help her in, if she needed the assistance. He
     was always a gentleman when with women. “Only I’ll be driving so we get there in one piece.”
    She balked, glanced down at his legs, frowned, and motioned to his right leg where
     the top of the handle of his sgian dubh poked out of his kilt hose. “You’re already wearing a dagger.”
    “Part of the Highland formal dress.” He bowed his head slightly, his face growing
     so close to hers that they almost touched.
    “I know, but why the big sword also? Expecting to go to war?”
    He smiled a little. “Wolves tend to carry on their traditions from long ago. We all
     carry swords to wolf weddings. It’s… strictly for show.” At least that’s what he hoped
     it would be. Just like he hoped all the other guests at the wedding would be so attired.
    She finally let out her breath but yielded, albeit reluctantly, climbed into the car
     in a huff, showing off a lot of leg, and quickly yanked her skirt down. She folded
     her arms and stared up at him as he towered over her, her expression mutinous. “You
     were driving way too fast. That’s why you ran off the road.”
    “You were driving in my lane.”
    “There’s only one lane out here,” she retorted, brows lifted, waiting for him to disagree.
    He shook his head, knowing he wouldn’t win