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“I’m already exhausted.”
    The other men laughed, even Emerson, who nodded. “She’s a firecracker,” he agreed without apology.
    Kade cracked another smile, but something had caught his eye. Not Selena. Regardless of his teasing and womanizing reputation, he wasn’t a man who made friends easily and he did consider the men in this room to be his friends. He would never jeopardize that. Never, and yet…who was that leggy, little redhead standing in line at the admission tables next to Selena? Well…“little” was a relative term. Even from here, he could see the redhead was tall. Maybe not Mrs. Hardwick (the mistress who ruled over daily orientation and co-managed the Little Maids along with Grimsley, the “butler”) tall, but definitely the kind that came with legs that—clad in appropriate Castle attire, or perhaps even divested of them—went all the way up. Her breasts were pert, mouth-watering handfuls and her strawberry-colored hair flowed down her back like a long, straight ribbon, shining in the sunlight.
    He loved red hair. Red hair meant pretty pink nipples and soft pale skin that would show every loving mark he put on her. He wondered what color her eyes were: cloudless sky-blue? Slate gray? Green, maybe? He wondered if she had freckles. Little pink or brown spots that would beg to be followed by kisses, nibbled, suckled and explored.
    That mental image held him so entranced that he didn’t realize Marshall was now standing right behind him until he reached past Kade’s shoulder to part the curtains a little wider.
    “You know,” Marshall said, “one of these days, you are going to meet someone who becomes more to you than just another fuck.”
    “Spare me.” Kade let go of the drape, but the sheer fabric falling back into place did nothing to block the redhead from his mind. She really was a lovely creature—the prime pick for his first conquest out of this new busload of clients. “While I appreciate the advice, my friend, mounting a woman is a lot like climbing a mountain. If you’ve already done it once, there’s no point doing it twice. You already know you can.”
    Jackson made a sound of disgust, but Kade didn’t bother staying to defend himself. He had places to be and women to do, and if he didn’t hurry, some other master might claim his next mountain before he got to her. He headed for the door.
    “The 101?” Marshall called after him.
    Kade threw up a quick thumbs-up, but he didn’t stop. A familiar thread of heady excitement began to wend its way through him as he reset tonight’s target on the tall, strawberry-blonde quarry unsuspectingly lingering in the admission’s courtyard.
    Let the hunt begin.

CHAPTER THREE
    “S elena!”
    Jerking around, the bouncy blonde, who had cheerfully talked Chelsea’s ear off throughout the bus ride from Granger to the Castle gates, let out a squeal and abandoned Chelsea to the machinations of the admission process. She ran across the open courtyard, throwing herself into the arms of the elegantly garbed medieval woman who raced down the Castle steps to meet her. They hugged—laughing, squealing and bouncing (although, mostly that was all Selena).
    “It’s been too long, Kaylee!” Selena declared once they’d pulled back at arms’ length to admire one another. “You look fabulous!”
    The medieval woman, Kaylee, gave a twirl, showing off her red and gold-trimmed gown. She looked like royalty, a princess straight out of a fairytale. There was even a crown on her head, a simple but elegant golden ringlet that matched the equally simple band she wore around her neck.
    Selena touched it.  “Marshall?” she asked. Kaylee blushed, and Selena’s smile softened. “You look happy,” she amended, taking the other woman’s hands in both of hers.
    “I am happy.”
    “He’s taking good care of you, then?”
    “Oh boy!” Kaylee laughed. “Is he ever taking care of me! It’s one of many things the Castle men do extremely