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than to go into that dark shed alone with only a feeble penlight to
relieve the crushing blackness.
    “I’m
fine now,” she assured him and sat up straight. Her muscles and bones no longer
felt as unstable as gelatin.
    “Are
you sure?” Myghal held her hands in his. His touch was comforting. “Was someone
out there?”
    She
shook her head again. “It’s my own fault. I have claustrophobia. If I’m in a
dark, enclosed place, I panic.”
    She stopped, waiting for him to
laugh or look relieved that it was nothing more serious or drop her hands as if
she were a silly person wasting his time. Different people had done all those
things and more over the years. But Myghal didn’t laugh, look relieved, or drop
her hands. He waited patiently for her to continue.
    “I
shouldn’t have gone into the shed knowing the bulb was blown.”
    “Why
did you go in there?”
    She grinned awkwardly. “I heard a
noise that sounded like a kitten. I thought I could just open the door and the
kitten would run out. When that didn’t happen, I thought I could quickly go in,
get the kitten, and get out before—before I panicked.”
    He squeezed her hands. “You
didn’t see or hear anything else?”
    “Not
really, but the door slammed shut by itself. It’s never done that before. The
door isn’t hung square on the frame, so if left alone it’ll slowly swing open,
not shut.” She thought a moment. “And right before I started screaming, I heard
a scuffling sound and felt something touch my arm.”
    “It
sounds like someone was in the shed.” Myghal gave her hands another squeeze
then he stood. “I’m going out there and look around.”
    “No,
you don’t have to do that,” she protested.
    “If
someone was in there to hurt you, you need to call your guardsmen.” He started
toward the door.
    “Wait,
Myghal. You’ll need a flashlight.” Testing her legs before she stood up because
she felt as shaky as she had when he’d brought her to orgasm earlier in the
day, she found she could stand and walk. With Myghal following, she went to the
supply shelf over the sink and got the heavy-duty flashlight.
    He took
it, but she had to show him how to turn it on and off.
    “I’ll
be back soon,” he said and kissed her as naturally as if they’d known each
other forever and were madly in love.
    She
followed him to the door.
    “Be careful,” she called, locking
the door behind him.
    Kerry watched him hurry along the
path to the toolshed and go inside. He left the door open and it stayed open.
An ice water chill raced along her spine. Someone had been in the shed with
her. She hoped whoever it was had gone and Myghal would be safe.
    And what of Myghal? He was a
stranger to her, yet she had allowed him to touch her intimately and was now
depending upon his help. What if it was a scam? What if Myghal was working with
someone else, the person who had been in the shed? To gain her confidence,
Myghal was playing the gorgeous hunk protecting her from the bad man who was
threatening her. But what could they possibly want? She had no money and had
made that clear to Myghal…but he was still here.
    Kerry had a feeling it was much more
complicated than a scam and that Myghal was more than a con man looking to
score—the way he was dressed but with no interest in the contest, he’d said
healer instead of doctor and guardsmen instead of police, and he didn’t know
how to operate something as simple as a flashlight.
    Who was he and where was he from?
    *
* * * *
    Against
the better judgment of a tiny voice in the back of her mind warning her not to,
Kerry took Myghal home with her. On the way there, she wondered a thousand
times if she was doing the right thing. After all, a good-looking guy in a bad
Leprechaun costume could easily be a serial killer. Weren’t most serial killers
handsome and charming? After all, who would trust an ugly fiend who actually looked like a murderer?
    But what else could she do? She
still owed the guy a