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and resentment, she would try because if she was anything, it would be practical, but she didn’t have high hopes. It also didn’t help that she was physically attracted to the man.
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    When Salvador entered the room, his breath left his lungs and perhaps he felt a little light headed at the sight before him. Katherine was just putting her brush down on the table when she had swung around to meet his surprised face. She was remarkable and he was quite sure he had never desired any woman as much as he had her at that very moment. The rustic pink of her dress set off a beautiful golden hue on her delicate skin. Her natural curves beckoned him to take a step forward, before halting himself at the warning gaze she set upon him.
    “ Judging by your stunned silence, I assume I meet your approval” She bit out with an edge of sarcasm.
    He quickly gathered his wits and threw her a lazy grin. She couldn’t know that even in her old tattered clothes she had surpassed his approval; the sight of her now was beyond words.
    “ I suppose you will do” he bantered back to her with a twinkle in his eyes.
    She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes before turning her back to him and making her way to the seating area.
    He stalked her slowly while drinking in her beauty and then sat himself directly across from her.
    “ Have you thought of any new lectures since my last visit with you, my dear?” He threw out as a conversation starter, knowing it was the perfect lead into what he knew he could not put off any longer.
    She narrowed her eyes at him as a slight flush spread its way across her cheeks.
    “ Have any of my previous lectures struck any sense of reason into that thick head of yours as of yet?”
    His grin grew wider.
    “ I reckon my senses are too thick to be penetrated by this reason that you speak of.”
    He found he enjoyed teasing her. He even saw her lips twitch at his banter and looked forward to the day when she would naturally join in.
    “ Then I suppose any further lecturing would be nothing more than a wasted truth to deaf ears. So no, I believe you are safe from my lectures tonight.”
    She looked annoyed, but she also looked as though she was having her own internal battle, and he could have sworn she was hiding a smirk of her own.
    “ Well, that’s a relief. I’m not sure how I would survive the lectures of holy matrimony from our priest and then have to endure the lectures of morality from my wife all within this very night!” he poked out to her, grinning from ear to ear when her face paled once his words sunk in.
    “ Tonight?” She squeaked as her hand flew to her throat.
    He almost felt sorry for her - almost.
    At that point there was a knock on the door.
    “ Tonight.” He replied as he stood up to let the Priest, Henry and the Inn Keeper into their room.
    As he shook hands with the men entering the room, he kept a close eye on his bride to be. She had gone from confused, to surprised, to fearful, to utter denial as she sat there closing her eyes and shaking her head, a cute habit that she had when she felt as though she was being cornered - which in all truth she was.
    “ Come Love; let me introduce you to Father O’Donnell.”
    Being the well bred lady that she was, he knew that proprietary would win out over nerves. He had shown her the legal document that bound her to him and knew by her shaky nod of acceptance to the document that she would honour it.
    When she stood, he heard the distinct sound of Henry’s sharp intake of breath. He quickly glanced over to his steward and scowled at him before returning his attention to his reluctant bride. She really was breathtaking and knew that if he was going to retain his wits throughout this marriage, he would need to either accept that men were bound to ogle her, or simply lock her up in the highest tower and covet her to himself. At this very moment the construction plans of a tower were being hastily added to his mental list of things to do.
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