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own a medical supply business and my Aunt Cait has a gift for healing.”
    Jane’s heartbeat quickened. She was alone with Iain in his bedroom. The intimacy of that fact was not lost on her. It had been a very long time since she’d allowed herself to be alone with a man. It was a pity too since she’d enjoyed sex. When faced with mortality, it was only natural to appreciate anything that made her heart race and mind soar.
    “Why did you try to kiss me?” she asked. Her breathing deepened. Attraction wound through her, awakening her body. An invisible force pulled her toward him. She obeyed the silent command and walked to stand before him. His nearness felt familiar as if she’d stood like this before.
    “I don’t know. It felt like the thing to do.” He lifted his hand and hesitated. “Ya aren’t feeling lightheaded, are ya? Not going to faint?”
    Jane gave a small laugh. “I think I’m good.”
    Iain smiled as he leaned over to test his mouth against hers. The second their lips touched, she felt a breeze rushing against her. When he pulled back, it stopped. She shivered, entranced by his eyes. His hand still hovered near her face.
    “What are we doing?” she whispered, well aware of how insane this was. Jane didn’t know this man. It might feel like she did, but logic told her he was a stranger.
    What does it matter? she thought. It’s not like I have time to waste by taking things slow.
    “If ya have to ask, I didn’t do it right.” Iain kissed her a second time, pressing harder. His lips parted, and the warm probe of his tongue poked beyond the boundary of her mouth. As he moved against her, slow and deliberate, she swore she heard the sound of bagpipes and felt the wind. Jane closed her eyes, fighting to stay in the moment, to not fall into another hallucination.
    The brush of his fingers glided down her cheek and neck. Tingling erupted where he touched, teasing her with the raw desire it left in its wake. She’d ached for human contact. It had been so very long since she’d been held. Seeing her stepbrother had made the past rush forward, reminding her of what it had been like to be bedbound. This might be her last chance to be with a man before the illness came back.
    I can’t waste time.
    I don’t have the time to waste.

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    I ain wasn’t sure what possessed him take Jane home with him, or why he chose to sneak her up to his bedroom. A hospital would have made sense…if he was human. Perhaps it was selfishness. His magick recognized her, whispering that he needed to protect her. As he’d held her, her body flopping in his arms, he hadn’t wanted to let her go. Besides, doctors would wonder why he was carrying around an unconscious townswoman.
    Or was it he was just attracted to her and making up excuses?
    As she gave a soft moan and caressed up his arms, he was pretty sure he had his answer. This woman made him horny as hell. His cock lifted with a rock-hard response. He couldn’t remember a time when he had felt so frenzied, so desperate to end the ache in his body. He tugged at her clothes. His fingertips tingled, his powers begging him to magickally melt the barrier to explore the soft flesh underneath.
    Jane pulled him closer as she led him to the bed. Her mouth stayed on his. She lifted his kilt, touching the backs of his thighs and under curve of his ass.
    “Nae!”
    The sound of his ma’s voice hit his libido like a bucket of ice water. He automatically let go of Jane and pulled away from her. Turning to the door, he was surprised to see his ma out of her wheelchair. She appeared frail and swayed on her feet, but there was nothing weak about her expression. She glared at Jane.
    “Get away from my son, death’s reipseach . I know what ya are,” Margareta MacGregor shouted in warning as she pointed a wobbly finger at Jane. “ Thalla’s cagainn bruis. Thalla’s cagainn bruis! I will protect my house from your master. Ya cannot have my son!”
    “Ma,” Iain said, part in