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No. It wasn't her heart. It was his. She could hear it, feel it thundering beneath his chest. She could sense his heat and his hunger. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html She could feel him. She snatched her hand back, shocked by what she'd experienced. "Is this some trick? she said, voice trembling as she clutched her hand to her chest, her gaze still locked with his. "I dream of you, he whispered and her eyes widened. Shocked became stunned and confused. But the dreams didn't prepare me for the reality of us." She blinked, and then did the only thing she could think of. Throwing her arms about his neck, she kissed him, releasing all the feelings she'd been holding inside and letting them flood her as she struggled to make sense of the world. Suddenly, she realised she didn't care. She didn't understand how he'd made her feel him, or how she'd seen herself standing in front of the house. She didn't care about anything but feeling Erik's arms holding her tightly and his lips moving in a sweet, tender kiss against hers. She frowned when he stopped her. She caught the look in his eyes. He was holding back again. "I'm sorry, she said in a quiet voice and composed herself. "It wasn't wrong. His fingers brushed against her cheek and she looked up at him. "Do you really dream about me? She loved the feeling of his touch light and tender. He nodded. I dream about you ... before I met you." He smiled, as though he already knew that. "How? she said. He slid his arm around her, leading her down the steps towards the garden. He sighed and she looked up at him as they walked. "It happens sometimes. Don't question it. He was staring into the distance. She decided he was right. It was best not to question some things. She glanced into the maze as they passed it. Was the panther in there now? She looked at Erik. Or was it out here? Chapter 17 This was nice. And it was going better than he'd thought it would. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Erik smiled down at Kim. She was walking beside him, her eyes darting about as they took everything in. They were heading towards the woods, skirting the perimeter of the garden. His favourite spot to look at the house from was coming up. There was a wide rectangular pond with a tall fountain in the centre of it. It was a beautiful view in all directions from there, but it made the house in particular look stunning. He wanted her to see it in its best light so she'd understand just why he was willing to sign that contract. "So you get the house if you agree to his terms? Her conversation had been all business since the revelation that they shared dreams about each other. He knew she was avoiding having to think about that, and how it was possible. He looked over his shoulder at the house. He didn't want to talk business. He wanted to find a way to make her understand the connection between them and everything that had happened. She'd seen through his eyes, and he'd seen through hers. The bonding between them had started, and they were beginning to run out of time to mate. Brushing his hair back into place with his fingers, he remembered the feel of her hands in his fur. She'd been so brave, petrified at first, but then so relaxed around him in his panther form. He'd been surprised by how quickly she'd found the courage to stroke him, to rub him behind the ear, and he knew that there had been a moment of recognition within her. She had a suspicion now, brought about by the things that happened in their dreams and by the way he'd reacted when she'd tickled behind his ear in the shower. He never hid who he was. He couldn't. If she tickled him behind the ear right now, he'd have a hard time stopping himself from purring. It was one hell of a weak spot. If she did stay with him, she'd have a power over him with that. Anything she wanted, she could get by tickling him there. His senses pricked. He glanced across at Kim and found her looking at him. It was probably her stirring them. She always did when she was this close. "I don't get the house exclusively, he said, answering her earlier question as they reached the fountain. "You get a share?" He nodded. In exchange for half of my company." Her eyes widened. Is that wise? I mean, can't Alistair stage some kind of takeover if he owns more than half of it?" "I'm the only shareholder. He couldn't own more than half. I'll have fifty-one percent of the company and he has fifty-one percent of the house. We're not splitting things equally. I wouldn't agree to that." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |