Midnight's Kiss by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online

hadn’t wanted to share the next part yet, at least not until he knew for sure. “There’s a Druid here. And before you get all excited, I’ve no’ found them yet. This entire area hums with magic. I’m having difficulty with the sheer amount of it.”
    “But you felt something?”
    “Aye. And it wasna drough magic.”
    Arran could hear Fallon tapping his finger on the table through the phone. He waited as Fallon thought through everything.
    And even though Arran’s gaze should be on the dig site, he found it going to Ronnie’s tent. The light was on, and he was able to see her and Pete’s silhouettes in the darkening night.
    “Tread carefully,” Fallon said.
    Arran knew he was talking about the mission, but Arran was thinking of Ronnie. “That was decided before I left.”
    “Aye, but we didna know what to expect. I think you’ll learn more there on your own, but I willna jeopardize anything. At the first hint of trouble, I’m sending in Charon or Malcolm.”
    “It willna come to that,” Arran said, and ended the conversation.
    He stuffed the phone into his bag and stepped into the rain once more. It was a dousing rain, a storm that would last for several hours.
    Though Arran wouldn’t chance lifting any of the tarps to peer inside, he could scout the area to know where the best places for him to sneak in or out would be.
    The area was larger than Arran first realized. There was much that had been sectioned off that apparently Ronnie wanted to dig, but they hadn’t even broken ground there.
    He looked to the newest section of earth that had been dug. That seemed to be the place she was most interested in. Still, Arran made a mental note of where the others were.
    The clouds of the storm had darkened the sky, but it was light enough that he could be seen, so Arran walked to his SUV to make it appear as if he’d forgotten something.
    After digging in the back for a moment, he shut the hatch and then leaned against the vehicle. The rain had never bothered him. He always found it odd that people in this modern world he now found himself in scurried out of it as if the rain would harm them in some way.
    In his eyes, the rain washed away the filth that littered the world. And the world needed more rain.
    He made two rounds of the entire dig site, making sure no one saw him. With the storm, it was easy, since everyone stayed in their tents or caravans.
    With his patrol over, Arran slowly headed back to his tent. He couldn’t help but glance over at Ronnie’s. She was alone now, and for a second, Arran thought about going back to her to see if he could get the name of the old man.
    Or a kiss.
    But Ronnie would want to know why he needed the name. Arran couldn’t exactly tell her the truth, though she’d nearly pieced it all together.
    It was necessary for him to stay at the dig, and if she delved into the old man’s story and discovered Arran was a Warrior, he doubted she’d allow him to remain at the site.
    Arran kept walking until he was in his own tent. He straightened and shook his head vigorously to rid himself of the water.
    “I think I should’ve stayed outside. I’d be drier.”
    Arran jerked his gaze up to find Pete sitting on his cot and covered in droplets of water. “Apologies. I didna know you’d returned.”
    “I’d thought to have dinner with Ronnie, but her mind is elsewhere.”
    Arran removed his shirt and dug into his bag for a fresh pair of jeans. Once he’d changed and laid out his sodden clothes and boots to dry, he sank onto his bed and bent a knee to put his bare foot on the cot.
    He let an arm rest across his knee as he studied Pete, who was busy flipping through a book by the light of the lantern on the table between them. His male vanity was glad to hear his near kiss with Ronnie had addled her as it had him.
    “Ronnie is a determined woman,” Pete said into the silence. He looked up from his book, his eyes pinning Arran.
    “I’ve noticed.”
    “This is her life, and