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felt a thrill of anticipation. “With the new baby coming, my house would be a tad cramped.”
    With a satisfied look on his face, Rogue took a sip of water. “What would you say to my mother staying in your house when she’s here? I don’t know if she would move completely at first, but it would be nice to have her here part of the year. She doesn’t really have anyone else.”
    “I think that’s a fabulous idea!” Kit exclaimed. “I bet she and my mother would become good friends.”
    Their food arrived about that time and they dove in. The low buzz of conversation and distant music provided a backdrop to their conversation. “Can I ask you something?” Rogue pinned her with a stare. “I can tell being on this ship makes you nervous. Can you tell me about it?”
    Kit sat back in her chair and took a long breath. “I thought I was hiding it well.”
    “Not from me, sweetheart.” Rogue looked at her tenderly. “I am so aware of you, I can sense your every little change of mood.”
    “I’m afraid we’ll sink, it’s a horror of mine.” Kit enunciated her unfounded fear. “I know it’s stupid.”
    “It’s not stupid, but it’s highly unlikely.” Rogue spoke gently. “Just know this, there are lifeboats on board and if something happens, I’ll spend every ounce of energy and every breath I have to make certain you get to safety and we live to grow old together.” Seeing her relieved face, he continued. “Don’t you know how much I love you? I’ll hold you in my arms all night long, you can cling to me. I’ll keep you safe–no matter what.”
    Kit breathed easier. She had Rogue. What else did she need?
    After dinner, they took a moonlit walk on the Sky Deck. The stars were bright and a gentle fall breeze caressed their faces. The moonlight on the placid waters looked like a painting.
    Rogue thought about using the ship’s phone to check in on things at home, but he decided against it. He didn’t expect any emergencies, and if there was one, he knew his brothers or Elijah would call and give him a message. So he put it out of his mind, even the strange woman who had come up to him at the saloon with her strange ramblings. She acted like she knew him, the things she said led him to believe that she expected something from him. This was harder for him to push aside, but when Kit laid her head on his shoulder, he managed to forget about it. Who could resist this vixen who tempted him with every breath she breathed?
    Hearing a beautiful tune from a roving band, Rogue took her in his arms, leading her in a few intricate steps. “You are a good dancer, Walker,” Kit murmured.
    “Not really.” He rubbed his lips across her forehead. “I just have great rhythm.”
    She giggled. “I can vouch for that.” She followed the steps, and as he swept her around in a series of turns, he urged her closer with a hand to her lower back. “How about demonstrating that rhythm in some bedroom moves?”
    Seeing her lips part, hearing the eagerness in her voice, lust shot through Rogue like an arrow. “I want you so much, let’s go.” Need coursed through his body and Kit laughed when he ignored the slow elevator and headed for the stairs.
    As soon as they were behind closed doors, he pushed her against the wall. “Kiss me quick and make it stick, Cowboy.”
    With a growl, he bent to cover her lips with his own. Kissing Kit was the most natural thing in the world. He was humbled by the realization that she was as hungry for him as he was for her. Her lips parted, giving and taking. Demanding, yet soft with feminine surrender. She never had to worry, he’d never let her down–in bed or anywhere else as long as there was breath in his body. Slipping his hand behind her neck, he edged the zipper down. “You’re such a pretty little thing.” All the while he was kissing–nipping, tasting, licking–stoking the fire that was building between them. As Kit grasped his shoulders, he felt her nipples peak. His