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settled.”
    His
impossibly beautiful mouth lifted at the corners and formed a delicious grin.
Catlin resisted the urge to answer his jape. Assuming the role of bitter harpy
would not serve her well on this night.
    “I must beg
your pardon, sir. I was considering the healing and thought perchance a kiss
might help revive his lordship.”
    Sir Griffin
Reynolds stood and strode in her direction. He towered above her as she drew
herself to her full height to face him, bringing her eyes level with his thickly
muscled chest. A glimmer of teasing sparkled in his midnight hued eyes.
    “It is such
a shame to waste the sweetness of a kiss upon one who cannot enjoy the pleasure
of it, Catlin.”
    He
pronounced her name slowly, like honey dripping from a pitcher.
    The dampness
made his ebony locks curl at their ends. He wore it stylishly long, and this
night the stubble of a beard fringed the sharp contours of his face. He looked
dark and dangerous, and another flare of something hot and arousing moved
through her.
    His gaze
wandered from her eyes to her bosom. Once again a flash of heat bestirred her.
    She took a
step back, fearful his hand might stretch out to squeeze and fondle her, like
the Witch Hunter Bodwell had done.She needn't have worried. A parade of
servants arrived carrying the items she’d requested from the steward. Sir
Reynolds turned away from her to cross the room. He stood for a moment at a
small door leading to another room adjoining the bedchamber.
    “See that
Miss Glyndwr has all she needs.” His terse remark had a dazzling effect upon
the servants, as they hurried to clear a space upon a huge wood table and set
out the items she’d requested.
    A young maid
curtsied to her and indicated the steaming kettle of hot water would be hung on
an iron bar stretched across the fireplace. Another maid set down a trencher of
meats, cheese, bread, and several goblets. She placed a large pitcher nearby.
Catlin sniffed and caught the yeasty scent of ale.
    “Thank you
for bringing the food.” She gave the young woman a warm smile.
    The maid
tossed her head and looked in the direction of the door where Griffin had
exited the bedchamber. Sensual hunger flickered in the young maid’s eyes, and a
prick of jealousy seized Catlin.
    Lord Cranbourne’s
valet entered the room with a simple overdress folded across his arm. He gently
handed it to her, coughed and bowed in her direction. “If you are not in need
of me, I shall be waiting outside.”
    She
struggled to remove the sleeves of her bodice before dropping the tattered
garment to the floor. The fabric was ruined. She used a rough towel to dry
herself and her linen shift as much as possible. She was donning the gown when
she heard steps behind her. She whirled to see Sir Reynolds standing at the
doorway, his clothing now exchanged for dry issue.
    She yanked
the overdress to cover her thin shift, aware the dampness made every soft curve
of her body visible. She smoothed the luxurious silk fabric.
    Griffin took
several long steps toward her. "Does everything meet with your approval
Catlin?" He pointed at the table.
    She shivered
at the way her name slid off his tongue, with an emphasis on the cat ”
    “Yes, thank
you. I have the things I need."
    “Perhaps it
is just my own instincts and your manner of speech that tell me you are a
well-bred lady, Catlin.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at her.
A thin shiver of delight coursed through her. She swallowed, aware this man
still posed a serious threat to her.
    She imagined
she could feel the touch of those cursed and beautiful lips as he leaned even
closer. “I hope you don’t mind if I call you Catlin.” The deep tones of his
voice, his clean scent and the heat rising from his skin mesmerized her.
    Catlin
jerked away, bustled to the table and assembled the items she’d requested. She
couldn't be distracted when she needed all of her abilities to focus upon the
task before her.
    What of
the kiss? A