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    Men. They were all traitors and co-conspirators.
    Sachin laughed, as if he’d read her thoughts.
    “How long do you want me here?” His silver gaze slid over her slowly, heating her body along the way.
    Paige swallowed down the lump in her throat, fighting to maintain control. For some reason, whenever Sachin was near, she responded to his very presence. No other man had made her react so and she seriously doubted any ever would. It made it damn hard to get over Sachin’s disappearing acts, his secrets, and, in the end, his use of her and move forward, but she was determined to do just that. Her heart wasn’t a toy and he’d played with it enough. Besides, it was no longer just her that she had to worry about—she’d moved on and another man’s happiness was now intertwined with hers. She had questions for Sachin, but they would have to wait until she could prepare herself to deal with him.
    “You should go,” she heard herself say, unsure where the courage to form the words came from.
    He ignored her.
    “Sachin.”
    Leaning down, he put his lips dangerously close to hers. Kissing him would be so easy. He’d branded her with the taste of his kisses long ago, imprinting them on her. Her lips tingled with remembered pleasures. To give in to him would be so easy. A sweet surrender.
    He inched his fingers up her sides, partially under her shirt and Paige did the same to him, needing skin-to-skin contact. Her body was starved for him and, if she were forced to admit it, so was she. Each press of his fingers into her flesh caused another torrent of cream to form between her legs. Needing someone this bad wasn’t normal. She should be furious at him for his betrayal and for so many other reasons, but her mind was awash with nothing but feelings of the moment.
    “Paige!”

Chapter Seven

    Sachin stiffened at the sound of the male voice. Last he knew Paige and Sarah lived alone on the ranch, rehabilitating horses. They’d stopped taking in troubled teens several years back. The only hired hand they’d had was a young boy, around the age of fifteen or sixteen. Surely not old enough to have a voice as deep as the one he’d just heard. He waited for any sign from Paige as to who the man was, but got his answer soon enough.
    A tall man appeared from around the side of the barn, carrying a basket with him. He wore a cowboy hat and looked to fit the part perfectly—a country boy—a human country boy. Something Sachin could never be. He would forever be a warrior from another realm.
    He’d thought she was a passing thing, a phase he needed to go through on his path of life. How wrong he’d been. She was so much more. An obsession. A gift the gods would not grant him. Something tugged at him from within. A truth he seemed unable to see. As he thought back to the night they’d shared, the words he’d spoken became crystal clear to him.
    He sucked in a large breath.
    He’d claimed a human.
    He’d claimed Paige.
    He had a wife.
    A wife who didn’t think too highly of him.
    A wife who currently had another male coming for her.
    The man with the basket approached slowly, his eyes full of questions but his facial expression agreeable. There was something familiar about the man but Sachin couldn’t place him. “Who do we have here?”
    Paige pushed her long auburn hair behind her ear and shuffled her feet, a sure sign she was nervous. “Umm, Bailey, this is an old friend of mine, Sachin.”
    Bailey? He knew that name from somewhere. At some point Paige had mentioned it to him. As if reading his mind, Paige glanced towards him. “Bailey is the sheriff here. He helped me when I had those problems with vandals last year.”
    I bet he did.
    Sachin barely kept hold of his temper as he watched Bailey bend and plant a kiss on the corner of Paige’s mouth. The man dared to kiss his wife? “Mmm, baby, I didn’t know you had company today or I wouldn’t have—”
    Baby?
    Sachin entertained killing him on the spot.