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might be, wanted to see exactly what she’d been missing. Hussy! she chided even as she tightened her arms about his neck. “I thought you officers had too much discipline to be reckless,” she breathed.
    He trailed hot kisses along her chin and down her neck. “Still trying to figure out who I am, are you?” He tongued the hollow of her throat. “Can’t leave well enough alone.”
    Never. “I’ll tell you who I am if you tell me who you are.”
    “I already know more about you than ye ken.”
    “You do?” She jerked back. So she had met him before! She knew she’d been right about that!
    “I do.” His eyes glittered through the slits of the mask. “You’re a canny young lass who hasn’t been kissed well enough or often enough to keep you from seeking out trouble. That’s who you are.”
    The evasive answer sparked her temper. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You, sir, are a teasing coxcomb.”
    She whirled on her heel, but he snagged her about the waist, drawing her back against his muscular form with a laugh. “I thought you decided I was a soldier, my lady.”
    “Plenty of soldiers are also coxcombs,” she said loftily, trying to ignore the heat of his body plastered against her back. “And you continue to assume I’m a lady of rank when I’ve neither confirmed nor denied that assumption.”
    He chuckled against her ear. “No? Stalking off in a fit of temper is what a lady of rank does when she can’t get her way.”
    The implication that she was some coddled aristocrat annoyed her. “Don’t assume you know what I’m like simply because I let you kiss me.”
    Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html His hand caressed her throat as his mouth brushed her ear, warming it. “I know this much about you—you enjoy taking chances.” He hauled her back around to face him and lowered his head to hers.
    “So do I.”
    This time he kissed her with a fierceness that she more than matched. Dear Lord, what was happening to her? Some strange Highlander assaulted her with kisses, and she threw herself into it like a dockside tart. She should return to the ballroom. She mustn’t let the rogue think he could do with her as he pleased. Except that he could. She wanted him to. And this magical muslin room seemed so unlike the real world that it felt right to indulge just this once. To enjoy herself just this once. Let him plunder her mouth just this once.
    “Lady Venetia?” came a sharp voice from the ballroom. “Are you out here?”
    She broke from the Highlander with a gasp. Lord save her, someone had found them. Should she stay silent? She wasn’t sure she could, with her breath coming in furious gasps and her heart beating like a kettle-drum.
    She was still hesitating when her Bonnie Prince Charlie stepped back and lowered his arms. Just in time, too, for the person who’d spoken pulled aside the muslin to look in, then lifted a candle. Light flooded the man’s face.
    Oh, fudge, it was Colonel Seton. At least he hadn’t discovered them embracing. The colonel glared at her companion, then settled a stern glance on her. “Lady Kerr has been looking for you.”
    “Bonnie Prince Charlie was showing me the decorations for the Peers’ Ball,” she said swiftly.
    “You’d best return to yer aunt,” Colonel Seton said with an air of command that caught her off guard. “I need a private word with this gentleman.”
    Oh, dear, she hadn’t meant to get her Highlander into any trouble. “He did nothing wrong. It was perfectly innocent, wasn’t it, sir?” She shot him a pleading glance, but that was a mistake, for his stare turned her knees to water.
    “Yes, lassie, perfectly innocent.” But he somehow made “innocent” sound more like “indecent.”
    Lord, she was being fanciful now.
    “Go on, my lady,” the colonel said. “I don’t wish yer aunt to worry.”
    “Very well.” She smiled at her Highlander. “Thank you for the dance,