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the feel of mie magic was calming to a Warrior.
    As far as he knew, only Warriors could sense or feel the magic of the Druids. It had saved his brethren more times than he wanted to count.
    The woman glanced at him, her hazel eyes barely giving him a second’s notice as she went back to her conversation. But with that quick look, the color of her eyes would be embedded in his memory forever.
    Arran slowed his steps. Her heart-shaped face was angled a bit to the left. High cheekbones and a smooth complexion without a hint of makeup gave her an earthy, natural look he found appealing. The only thing that marred her face was a small scar on her chin.
    Her full lips were a dusky pink that quickened his blood as he imagined them opening for his kisses and whispering his name. The clear, vibrant hazel eyes were by far her best feature. They were large, and every emotion could be detected in their rich depths.
    Arran smiled. It was too bad he didn’t have time to pursue the woman, because he loved a good challenge, and that’s exactly what she’d be.
    He gave her bum another look, inwardly smiling at how his hand itched to smooth over such nice curves. Anyone who stirred him as much as she deserved attention. Hours and hours of attention. Perhaps after he found the spell, he could turn his time to her.
    A strand of her wheat-colored hair was pulled out of her bun by the ever-present wind and tangled in her long eyelashes. Long, slim fingers reached up and patiently extradited it again and again. Arran would bet his case of Dreagan Scotch hidden in his room that it was a motion she did every day and no longer noticed.
    He was upon them now, and he hated that his perusal of the woman had come to an end. Arran wanted to know her name. He wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh, and listen to her scream his name as he brought her to climax.
    His balls tightened as he imagined loosing her bun and allowing her hair to fall free as he removed her clothing one piece at a time until she was bare before him and he could feast his eyes upon her beauty.
    Being this close to her made his blood run like molten lava in his veins. He craved a touch of her, yearned to hold her. Longed to claim her.
    Months with just the two of them. Touching, kissing. Loving. Sheltered and wrapped in their desire.
    He reached toward her, the need to touch her overwhelming, crushing. Just before he made contact, Arran dropped his hand, silently cursing himself for allowing his passion to rule him. But damn if he didn’t want to give in and see where it took him.
    “Dr. Reid,” Arran said to the older man as he realized he’d been staring at the woman too long.
    Except it wasn’t the man who answered, “Yes?”
    Arran glanced at the woman to his left and narrowed his eyes. He jerked his gaze back to the man. “Ronnie Reid?”
    There was a long-suffering sigh before he heard, “Right here, imbecile,” to his left.
    Arran’s eyes slowly turned to the woman. “You?”
    “Yes,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Why is everyone so surprised?”
    “Maybe because you use ‘Ronnie’ as your name, lass.”
    The older man chuckled, but kept quiet when Ronnie sent him a withering glare.
    “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but let’s get this straight once and for all. I’m Dr. Veronica Reid, also known as Ronnie.”
    “There’s no need to get riled, lass,” Arran said to calm her, but he loved the fire he saw within her. By the way her hazel eyes blazed, he knew he’d said the wrong thing.
    “No need, huh?” Ronnie asked, her American-accented voice getting higher the more irritated she became. “How would you like everyone questioning who you were?”
    “Ronnie,” the older man said as he tried—and failed—to hide his smile. “Give the poor bloke a break. He can’t know you’ve had a bad day.”
    Ronnie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she looked at Arran again, her anger had evaporated. “Forgive me. As Pete so wisely