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Weyland and her crowd. “Why no’ spend a night with me?”
    “You don’t think I’m untouched? Why?”
    “You looked like you could have yawned at the scene we found in here. No’ many innocents would be unfazed by the sight of a prostitute giving a man a below job.”
    “Well, whether I am or not is incidental. The fact remains that I’m here to find a husband—not a lover. And I’ve no time for dalliances.”
    “Make time. If you’re in London to find a husband, seems like you might no’ be so disdainful to an unmarried man like myself.” He didn’t have time for this. Tomorrow he would leave town to hunt Grey, and for the first time, the call of a kill like that wasn’t as strong as the call of a woman.
    She laughed then, a seductively sultry laugh that made him yearn to kiss her. “You are so unreachable, you’re not even a remote candidate.”
    He tensed. “Based on what little you know of me?”
    All humor gone, she said, “I know enough to suspect that you would use me and never look back. And I’m not condemning, just stating a fact.” Her guileless blue eyes were suddenly inscrutable. “I think we have a lot in common, you and I.”

Four
    “I n common? Then you’re achin’ for us to tup, too.”
    Maddy grinned then. She simply couldn’t help it. “And just like that, you disarm me.” There was something about his rough—markedly rough—around-the-edges demeanor that appealed to her. Who was she fooling? Everything about him appealed to her, from his rumbling brogue to his muscular body to his peculiar fixation on her .
    “I want to do more than disarm you.”
    Her smile faded. The Scot wasn’t giving up, and she regretted leading him on. She was behaving foolishly, like a normal girl of twenty-one might, when she didn’t have that luxury. Ever-practical Maddy felt herself closing down, the barbs sharpening, the walls going up. “My friends have probably begun to look for me by now. I need to get back to them.”
    His brows drew together. “You’re truly… leaving ?” He sounded baffled, as if he had no idea what to do with this.
    “And you’re truly not used to being turned down?”
    “I’m no’ used to being in a position to be.”
    “You never pursue women?” she said in a doubtful tone.
    “Never.”
    “So I was the lucky first?” Normally she would roll her eyes at comments like these and take them for what they were—verbal attempts to get into her skirts. But there was something about the way he said them, as if they were significant to him, as if they were not only truths but new and unwelcome ones.
    And as if he blamed her for them.
    “Aye.” He exhaled. “You are the first.”
    “It’s a shame that on your first sally you’re going to fail.”
    His dark eyes narrowed. “And you call me arrogant? What makes you think you can dismiss me?”
    “Because you are the one who sought me out.”
    “And I dinna do it in vain.” He placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, then leaned in as if to kiss her. “I’m taking you from here tonight.”
    Though she was dying to know what his lips felt like, she pushed against his chest, striving to ignore how rigid and big the muscles there were. “Not a chance of that, Scot. There’s no chance in hell I’ll leave with you…”She trailed off as he drew in closer. He’s going to kiss me right now! Her breaths shallowed, and her eyelids nearly fluttered closed in pleasure at his clean scent and the heat emanating from his body.
    She licked her bottom lip, and he noticed, giving her a wicked grin just as he was about to reach her. She couldn’t stifle a soft whimper—
    Whistles rent the air.
    She froze. “Are those police whistles?” she whispered, her lips inches from his.
    “Aye,” he murmured. “I’d wager you’d like to leave with me now.”
    The entire building quaked as the crowd began to flee. She felt the vibrations through the table under her bottom, and the fog of desire