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against her silky nightdress.
    “ Yes will do, if that’s all you can manage.”
    “I could give you a thousand words —”
    “If I had you on your back, there would no’ be any words.” He leaned in close to her, staring down at her. “Only screams and moans, but I’d be happy with a thousand of those.”
    He left her speechless. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, never taking her eyes from him.
    “If you doona wish to share your bed, I wouldna mind seeing your uncle’s notes.” He was curious to learn more about Duncan Douglas and what he’d discovered about the Tuatha De’ Danaan and the curse. What had led the man to find him? Buried deep beneath the Earth in a cave. What might have happened had he not been killed so suddenly?
    Kenna hesitated, considering the idea. “I guess that would be all right,” she said. “It’s probably nothing you don’t already know.”
    “Like as no.” He nodded his agreement.
    She led him downstairs to her uncle’s study and illuminated the green-shaded lamp on the desk by pulling the gold chain. “It’s all there.” She indicated the bound journal and pages of loose notes.
    He opened the Gaelic dictionary and flipped through the pages. “Is this how you learned so fast?” he asked in the ancient tongue.
    “Understanding you is hard enough when you’re speaking English,” she said. “The Gaelic lessons can wait a while.”
    “How did you come to read the spell to release me?” Ian was confused.
    She’d spoken the words fluently, perfectly. Just as he’d imagined she would. Perhaps she’d only learned those exact words and not his entire language.
    “I really don’t know how I did it,” she revealed, leaning against the desk. “I thought I was dreaming. I hadn’t yet deciphered the words on your tomb, but in the dream, I knew what they said.”
    “`Twas no dream, lass.” Ian reached out and cupped her face in his hand. “You stood beside my tomb and read the spell. I heard every word come from your lips.”
    He bent his head and kissed her. A light, gentle kiss. Her soft lips parted slightly and he resisted the urge to taste her with his tongue.
    He was walking around the desk and sitting down in the chair before she had the chance to protest. He wasn’t sorry for kissing her. She’d wanted him to.
    “What are you looking for in the journal?” she asked, as he began reading through it.
    He needed to know why her uncle had been looking for his tomb. Duncan Douglas had believed he’d find immortality in the tomb, but had he known how? Had he known about the potion?
    Och! He was a daft one for letting the potion out of his sight. He’d left the flask upstairs in his boot. What if Master Evan should think it an old Scottish brew and take himself a sample? The effects could be disastrous.
    Ian tossed the journal aside and charged up the stairs to the bathroom. None of his things had been touched, thankfully, and he took the flask from his boot and put it in the pocket of his bathrobe.
    “What’s that?” Kenna asked from behind him, out of breath from giving him chase up the stairs.
    He turned and went over to her. “It’s nothing to concern yourself with, lass.” He tried to make his smile convincing. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet. He spotted the bottle of whisky and the glasses and picked them up. “I thought I’d enjoy this wee dram while I’m reading.”
    She eyed him with suspicion. “You certainly were in a hurry.”
    “I’m thirsty,” he said. “Been asleep for a long time.” He went to step out of the bathroom, but she stood in front of him, blocking his way.
    “There’s something you’re not telling me.” She narrowed her eyes as if she were dissecting him.
    There was a lot he wasn’t telling her. But how could she know? Did she have the gift of insight and inner-knowing common among his people? He would have to be more careful around her from now on. “I’ll tell you everything I can when