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because he’d pulled it away from his face and secured it with a leather tie. In the uncertain mixture of light and shadow she wasn’t sure about its color. Maybe rain-darkened blond.
    He shifted his attention back to Kim. “You don’t believe in demons, but let’s say they existed, in theory of course. And just for the hell of it, let’s say your cell phone could really identify them. Would your cell phone also be able to destroy them?”
    There was a dark eagerness to his question that would’ve normally registered on her really-weird scale, but she was still too wrapped up in the glory of his face.
    â€œYeah, I guess so.” His face . If you just listed each feature—firm jaw, full lower lip, wide-spaced eyes—you might dismiss him as merely another example of yummy maleness in a world loaded with delish guys.
    This man had all the intangibles, though. Every woman who ever looked at him would recognize his sensual, dangerous, and primal call. Kim didn’t know many women who wouldn’t answer. He was simply perfect. And since Kim never trusted perfect in an imperfect world, she was instantly suspicious.
    Uh-huh. Time for a teeny tiny bit of self-honesty here. If Mr. Sinfully Sexy crooked his perfect finger, she’d probably leap on him, knock him down right here in front of the castle, rip his clothes from his body, and have her wicked way with him. Kim took a deep, calming breath. Yeah, she’d still be suspicious, but who said she couldn’t have a good time while she waited for him to do something dastardly, hmm?
    â€œCome on, Brynn. I’m cold, and it’ll be time in”—Liz leaned over to glance at his watch—“five minutes.”
    She sounded whiny, and the malicious enjoyment Kim got from the thought surprised her. And what exactly would happen in five minutes?
    â€œYou may as well go back inside, Liz, because I want to talk to Kim for a few minutes about her cell phone. In fact, I guess I’ve officially been with Kim for the last four minutes. So all bets are off. Enjoy the rest of your night.” More shocking than Brynn’s terse dismissal of Liz, was Liz’s response.
    â€œYou’ll pay for this next time.” She didn’t look perky anymore, just royally pissed off. “I’m starved.” Liz speared him with her gaze, and Kim couldn’t remember ever seeing such open sexual hunger on any woman’s face. She cast Kim a speculative glance before turning and striding away from the castle, anger in every click of her heels.
    Away from the castle? Didn’t they have food inside? Maybe she didn’t want food. Kim figured Liz had a pretty healthy appetite for Brynn’s body. Say something. “Uh, this is probably none of my business, but I think I missed something.”
    He lifted his face to the light breeze that had suddenly kicked up and closed his eyes. “Liz and I play a game each night. She lost this time.” He opened his eyes and then stepped closer.
    For the first time she got a good look at his eyes in the full light . . . and forgot to breathe. The big bang theory became real for Kim in that moment, because looking into Brynn’s eyes opened up a whole new personal universe for her.
    She was surprised he couldn’t hear the kaboom kaboom of her heartbeat. Kim controlled the need to flatten her hand over the organ in question so it wouldn’t leap from her chest. Chasing your heart down the street would be so not cool.
    There were a thousand stories in his eyes, and they were all sexual. Color? Old whiskey held up to candlelight so that the rich gold shone through—potent, ageless, and . . . Warm should be the next word on her list. It wasn’t. Every emotion she’d felt just a few minutes ago shone in those eyes. Cold. So cold. She exhaled sharply and shivered.
    Forcing her gaze away from those eyes, she tried to concentrate on what he was