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fire in her cheeks, the fire of a woman on the
    brink of arousal.
    Ah, yes. Now her eyes were becoming heavy with sensual invitation. Slender fingers brushed at
    hair that was unbound and disheveled as a gypsy's. She bent toward him, and her breasts
    pushed against their loose confinement.
    "Tomás," she whispered.
    Her lips were lush and moist, half parted. He moved to seize her in his arms, but she backed
    away with a teasing smile. With a twist of her hips she unbuttoned her skirt and tugged it down
    until it fell in a puddle at her ankles. Her legs were long and shapely. Only the long camisa
    covered her, ending at her upper thigh.
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    Her motions then were deliberately seductive. She ran her hands over the pliant cotton of the
    camisa, molding it to her body. Slowly she began inching the blouse up over her thighs, her
    hips, her waist. The curls that guarded her womanhood were as golden as her hair. She lifted
    the bunched fabric above her breasts, revealing taut nipples of dark rose.
    With a final dramatic gesture, she pulled the blouse over her head and flung it away. Moonlight
    caressed her curves like a hungry lover.
    Tomás knew she was about to Change, and when she did, she would deny him what she'd so
    clearly promised. He lunged toward her. She skipped back, showing her teeth in challenge.
    "Catch me," she said. "If you catch me, I am yours."
    "Mi flama," he said, matching her smile. "You'll surrender to me—"
    "Are you unwell, Mr. Randolph?"
    Tomás started out of his pleasurable dream to the sight of Lady Rowena's deep blush. He
    became aware of two things at once: that he was profoundly aroused and uncomfortable, and
    that he'd been staring at her hard enough to draw her away from her implacable examination
    of the countryside.
    But no. It couldn't be his stare that produced that color in her cheeks and brought such alarm to
    those cool eyes. He shifted in his seat and recalled his fantasy. If she had been privy to his
    musings, she might have reacted so. The way any ordinary woman not made of ice would do.
    Was it possible that she had guessed his thoughts?
    "Mr. Randolph?" she said, a little catch in her voice.
    He considered possible answers. Alas, I am quite unwell, my lady, but you have the cure to my
    illness. Shall we repair to the baggage car?
    "I was merely admiring the scenery and became… distracted," he said. "You seem disturbed,
    Lady Rowena. May I fetch you some water?"
    She looked away sharply, her hand at her collar. "I am just eager to reach my brother."
    "Of course," he said. To see her truly eager about anything would be most gratifying. But her
    brief moment of vulnerability had passed. Once again he was left to watch her pretending she
    didn't notice him. He sighed and attempted once more to summon up the wanton lady of his
    imagination.
    But she had fled, bound up in her corsets and confining skirts. What will it take to transform
    you, my Lady Ice? If a kiss were enough, MacLean would have tried it. He'd never buy the wares
    without testing them first.
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    The image of MacLean kissing Rowena shattered Tomás's lazy amusement. For an instant he
    saw, too explicitly, his enemy invading his waking dream, standing between him and the Lady of
    Fire. It was MacLean who seized her in his arms, MacLean who covered her body with his own.
    Demonio. Cole would never have her, Fire or Ice. If anyone were to quench that fire or melt the
    ice, it would be El Lobo.
    The small hairs tightened on the back of Tomás's neck, and he found himself on his feet,
    standing over the lady in question. His fingers were curled to grab her in full view of every other
    passenger in the car.
    And she was staring up as if at a monster.
    Something within him snapped. The grim, jealous creature that had possessed him let go, and
    he fell into his seat again. In the same moment Rowena virtually leaped from her