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started to take off Tiny’s robe and had caught him looking at her.
    Just the memory of the way his eyes had slid over her body brought about a response in her and she frowned as her nipples pebbled as if he were there now, looking at her again.
    Biting her lip, she dropped the washcloth on the side of the tub and forced herself to relax, hoping to calm the low hum of excitement suddenly running through her again. In her seven hundred years of life, Marguerite had never before had such a reaction to a man just looking at her, and it troubled her to haveit now. The man was a complete stranger. One she wasn’t even sure she liked!
    What kind of barbarian broke into your room and started throwing around the mortal in it? He claimed he’d thought Tiny was attacking her, but they’d both been asleep. At least, she’d been sleeping and she assumed Tiny had been as well. And really, Tiny was a mortal and she an immortal. He couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do.
    Julius, however, might be able to, Marguerite acknowledged. He was an immortal, like herself, and she already knew from their earlier struggle that he was stronger than she. He could have forced her from her room and into that bed.
    For some reason that thought sent a shiver of the earlier excitement down her back and Marguerite scowled at the response. She had just been freed from seven hundred years of marriage to a horrible, controlling husband and had no desire to get tangled up in any kind of relationship with another man at the moment. She wanted to enjoy her freedom, have a career, live life a bit…
    Marguerite had been alive for more than seven hundred years, but felt like she’d been in a deep freeze all that time, her emotions bottled up to keep in the rage of being controlled. Her children had been the only part of her life where she’d allowed herself to feel anything, and she’d poured all her caring and passion into them and their happiness.
    It had left her wholly unprepared for the excitement that had rolled over her when Julius Notte’s eyes had caressed her body. Marguerite hated being taken by surprise, and had no desire to pursue the attractionthe man had stirred in her. In fact, as far as she was concerned, the best thing in the world that could happen was to get Julius Notte and the disturbing effect he had on her out of her life as quickly as possible.
    The easiest way to ensure that was to solve this case quickly and fly home to Canada, she thought, and wondered if she might be able to read the man. If she could read Julius Notte’s mind, she could find out who Christian’s mother was and bring this case to a quick and satisfactory close.
    Pursing her lips, she wondered how old the man was. Christian was only five hundred and she already knew he was an only child, so it was wholly possible that Julius Notte was younger than her. If that were the case, she might be able to read him.
    Unfortunately, Marguerite had a feeling he was much older than that. She wasn’t sure what made her think so, but she could usually judge these things pretty dependably and her instincts were telling her he was older. And if he was older than she, reading him would be much more difficult, if not impossible…unless he was distracted. When distracted, older immortals could sometimes be read by younger ones.
    Marguerite supposed she’d have to wait and see…unless she got lucky and Christian was—right that moment—convincing his father to give him his mother’s name. Or—alternately—convincing him to leave. Either option would get the man out of her hair, and she’d much rather spend another three weeks combing through dusty old archives than have to spend another moment around Julius Notte.
    However, if he was still around when she finished her bath, Marguerite would try to read him to getthe information. If she couldn’t, she’d just have to learn to deal with the effect he had on her. She was old enough to be able to handle such