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didn’t notice that the sheet covering her naked figure had lowered to reveal her breasts. Stone shifted his focus away from her and turned to his bureau. He pulled the top drawer open to retrieve boxers, but Monica leaped from the bed and pressed herself to him from behind. Her firm breasts flattened against him, and she stuck out her tongue to run it along his skin. Stone’s fingers tightened on the boxers.
    “Come on, Stone. You know you want it.” She flicked out her tongue again. His cock tightened. “You used to like when I licked right here, the spot where you are the weakest, where you have the dragon tattoo. Remember that time when we were teens?”
    “I remember my father whipped me until I couldn’t sit down for a week.”
    She laughed. She’d done so then too, not giving a fuck that he’d been the one to get in trouble for sneaking her into town. Never mind that it had been her idea and her insistence that they each get a tattoo. He’d drawn the line about them choosing each other’s name. Even then, he didn’t believe Monica would be the one. Instead, he’d chosen the dragon to symbolize what he was.
    His father had berated him because of the location of the tattoo and possibly that he could be poisoned from that spot, as well as the risk of exposing what they were. Stone hadn’t heard the end of that lecture for months.
    “You liar,” Monica quipped. “You healed within an hour from the whipping.”
    “Didn’t make it any less painful.” He turned and put her from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to dress. You know as well as I do that my father doesn’t like it when we’re late to his dinner table.” He bent to pick up her clothes and shoved them in her arms before directing her to the door. “Do not enter my room again.”
    Stone slammed the door in her face, not giving a rip if a servant saw her. They all knew the real Monica, all except his father, and he didn’t want to know.
    When Stone was dressed, he prepared to go downstairs to dinner. After he’d eaten, when it grew late and everyone had gone to bed, he would explore the area from the sky, re-familiarizing himself with home. Anticipation to do just that made him quicken his step. Tomorrow would begin his investigation, and then he would hurry back to the U.S. and to Tielle.

Chapter Six
     
    Tielle flattened herself against a wall and peered around the corner. The older man dressed too formally for school—and anywhere else for that matter—perched on the end of one of the couches the university placed in each building. Who the hell was he, and was he following her like she suspected? The man stood out like a sore thumb dressed like that.
    She sucked in a deep breath. Better to face this situation head on if she had to. She threw her shoulders back and marched down the hall to stand face-to-face with the man, hands on her hips. “Just what is the big idea?”
    The older gentleman’s eyes widened. His mouth formed an O that was comical, and he tugged at the collared shirt he wore buttoned to the top. “I…I don’t know what you mean, lass.”
    “Lass!” Tielle exclaimed. She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed. “You’re Irish, aren’t you, the same as that man who called me on the phone.” She tried to remember the name he gave her. “James or something like that. Are you working for Stone too, or the person looking for him? What kind of game are you playing because so help me, I am not one of those weak little simpering women who need a man to rescue her. I will handle my business if you people push me too far.”
    The old man stared at her, awe seeming to shine through after the shock of her words wore off. “How do you know my name?” He slapped a hand over his mouth and then curled it into his chest. “I mean…Oh dear, he won’t be happy.”
    “Who won’t be happy?” She paused and then continued. “James, who won’t? Stone?” Despite herself , she hoped that’s who the man referred to.