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seat beside her, and put his arm around her shoulders. Her shivering
seemed to be increasing instead of abating, so he hauled her onto his lap,
surrounding her with his body heat. Heat. The need to mate ran rampant through
him, but he kept his senses about him with Carrie in his arms.
    In too short a time, in Max’s opinion, they arrived at
her modest farm home. Once the carriage stopped, he opened the door and eased
her down to the road. His head shot up at the sound of a squeaking from the
porch. Must be her mother waiting up for her, he suspected. But the male voice
surprised him.
    “I wondered why it took you longer to get home than
usual,” a man said as he rose from a rocking chair.
    The chair kept rocking, breaking the silence of the
night.
    “It’s not what you think, Brian,” Carrie said as she
swept up her skirts and headed up the steps to the porch.
    Max stayed put, alongside the carriage as anger built
inside him. Hadn’t she said she lived with her mother? And if that was the
case, who was this man?
    “Get to bed, Carrie. I’ll deal with your…escort.”
    “Now, Brian, you stay put right here on this porch!”
Carrie shouted.
    “Don’t wake up ma, damn it all. She’s been sick all
day with the influenza. Introduce me to your boyfriend.”
    “He’s not my…”
    By this conversation, Max was feeling more at ease. It
seemed Carrie had a brother. He stepped forward and said, “I’m Max Dalton. I
was heading down the road when I saw Carrie walking. Not a good thing to do so
late at night, wouldn’t you agree?” Max kept civility in his voice as he
wondered why in the hell her brother didn’t escort her home each night.
    Brian shrugged. “Carrie’s an independent little puss.
She wouldn’t take to me or anyone else escortin’ her home. Tell him Carrie
that’s so.”
    “It is. This is my brother, Brian,” she finished on a
whisper. “Good night, Mr. Dalton.”
    Before Max could utter another goodnight, she
disappeared into the house.
    “You heard her. Next time Carrie’ll find her own way
home.”
    “It’s not safe, damn it, man!” Max exploded.
    “She’s safe. Been doing it for a few years now. The
only unsafe thing I can see is a man like you pickin’ her up along the road.”
With that, he wheeled into the house and closed the door.
    Max glared at the empty porch, at the door, noting
lights on inside the house. “Carrie, we are far from through, sweetheart,” he
said through gritted teeth. “Before the next fortnight comes, you’ll be mine,”
he declared.
     

 
    Chapter
Four
     
    Over the next several weeks, Max bided his time at
Darkwirth, as he tried to plan how to convince Carrie they should mate and then
he would court, then marry her, instead of the reverse. With the rising of the
moon each evening, drawing closer to a full moon, the pain was growing, close
to becoming unbearable. Which, actually, was another reason why he hadn’t
pursued her within the fortnight as he’d planned. He wasn’t certain if he could
contain himself around her with his body shifting each evening, and the pain to
mate growing.
    He sat before the hearth in the library, off to the
right of the main hall upon entering the castle, yanking at his pants crotch.
He’d been big and hard for several days, damning his thoughts of Carrie. Every
time she entered his mind, his manhood grew and hardened, and there wasn’t a
damned thing he could do about it, except lose himself in his own pathetic
ministrations. He could have called in one of his favorite doxies, but he’d
lost all interest in any other female because of Carrie. She was the one.
    He looked up when Jake sauntered in and took the chair
beside Max. Max didn’t like the gloating look on his brother’s face but
wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking why he wore it.
    “You’re up late, aren’t you?” Jake sank lower in the
chair.
    With a shrug, Max said, “I just returned from hunting.
    “As did I. I didn’t see you