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you…you’re the head of your clan. Heck, you’re a king. Why would you want to get mixed up with someone like me?’
    ‘Well, that’s the thing that really blew me away. You see, all my life I have been the heir to the throne. That’s a wonderful thing, but it also brings many challenges. You never know who you can trust. Are your friends real friends, or are they just after your power and influence? Is that woman really attracted to you, or is she just another gold digger? But when I met you, everything was different. I wasn’t a King. I was just some ragged Scot who was on the beach at the right time. You put yourself out on a limb for me when you had no idea who I was. What the hell would it have mattered to you if some Pict prisoner was taken away into slavery? But the fact is, it did matter…and you did care. That was enough to make me fall for you.’
    ‘I felt the same way about you,’ Sabina replied. ‘You didn’t have to risk your life to save me. In fact, another dead Roman would be a good thing as far as many of your people are concerned. But you put everything on the line to help someone who should have been your enemy.’
    Blaine slipped his arms around her waist. ‘It would have been a tragedy to have seen such a beautiful face as yours washed up on the shore as dead meat. You were worth saving, I’m absolutely sure of that.’
    Sabina didn’t get a chance to reply. She felt Blaine’s lips seeking hers. The touch of his flesh against her skin immediately flipped some unknown switch inside her body and she let out an involuntary gasp. His hand snaked around behind her and stroked her back, making her almost shudder with anticipation. His body felt so strong against hers, so calm and in control. She could understand why other women of the clan had desired to seduce him. Even without his power and status, he was a man who could make women melt with desire. Sabina had heard that Celtic women had more status than their Roman counterparts. They could marry for love, own property and even fight in battle alongside men. A few became Queens and ruled their clans with as much vitality and strength as any King. Yet Sabina could understand how these women would easily submit to the alpha male strength that Blaine radiated in spades. Why fight for power, when you could simply lie back and enjoy the domination of a warrior king?
    It was a cheeky thought, and it made her giggle, even while Blaine was kissing her. He pulled away momentarily, a puzzled look on his face.
    ‘What’s so funny?’
    Sabina couldn’t find the words to explain. ‘Me, you…this whole situation. I can’t believe I’m here.’
    ‘Don’t think about it…don’t analyse it. Just enjoy the moment. This may be the last night we have to be together. We must make the most of it.’
    Sabina was not giggling now. ‘What do you mean…the last night? Why should it be our last night?’
    ‘I am a warrior, remember,’ Blaine said softly. ‘Warriors fight battles, and people get killed in battles. I could die tomorrow, or the next day. Our kings do not fight from the rear like your cowardly Roman generals. We ride alongside our warriors into battle. We lead the charge and meet our enemies head on. We face death in the face, and if destiny decides our fate is to die in the heat of the battle, then so be it. So we must live every day as if it is our last…and the same for every night.’
    Sabina nodded her understanding. ‘Then if this is perhaps our last night, we must make love like man and woman have never made love before.’
    ‘I was counting on it.’
    Blaine rolled backwards, pulling Sabina with him, so that she tumbled over him and ended up lying on the bed beside him. In the half light of the candles, his face looked more rugged than ever. His long, red hair framed his face, and his growing stubble gave him the savage look that turned her on so much. She felt that their pairing was so exactly right – his male toughness