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Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.
Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?
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“Why are you running away from me?”
“I wasn’t running, I have work to do, I’d like to get back so I can finish it.” Not really a lie, she always had work to do, but she wanted to be away from him too.
“You’re lying. You’ve been avoiding me, and you haven’t spoken to me or Duncan in days.”
“How would you know?” Was her voice higher? “And even if I haven’t, it’s none of your business.”
“I went over to speak with Duncan this morning. He told me what you said to him. He didn’t deserve that, Meghan, it was my decision to use the contract. It was my choice. Get mad at me, not Duncan. He loves you very much, he wants what’s best for you.”
Will froze when he saw the shimmer of tears. He didn’t want to see her cry. He only wanted her anger directed at him. Duncan was regretting his decision to tell him about the contract, worried it had ruined his relationship with her. The moment Duncan had mentioned that Meghan was coming to Little Glen, the changes in him were immediate. Sure, he was still grumpy, but there was that spring in his step and the pride in his voice whenever he talked about Meghan. Will wouldn’t be responsible for Duncan losing that, she had just come back into his life.
“And you’re what’s best for me?”
“Yes,” he answered honestly as a tear slipped down her cheek. He hated seeing her cry, he would rather have her yelling and screaming at him, he could handle that, these silent tears were killing him. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He stepped towards her, but she backed away placing a hand on her stomach.
“Yes, you did. You want me to feel guilty about what I said to Duncan, and you got your wish, I do feel guilty and I will go home and try to set things right. Satisfied?” she snapped.
He sighed. “My only intention was to clear Duncan of any wrongdoing.”
He couldn’t blame her for feeling angry. He had dumped a bombshell on her. And then to hear that Duncan had been the one to tell Will about the contract?
“Let go of this stupid contract, Will. Things could get back to normal, back to the way they were,” she pleaded, her turquoise gaze burning a hole in his armour. “Please?”
He was willing to give her anything, but not that. “No. Our bet still stands.”
She threw her hands in the air and shouted, “You’re driving me crazy. Do you really want to do this? You don’t even know me.”
He sighed contentedly, she was back to yelling. “I know enough.”
“You don’t know anything. I could be some loony who hacks up her lovers.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “You won’t have time. I’ll be keeping you busy.” He laughed louder when her eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed to a soft pink.
“You think so, eh! You want to see the real me, well, get ready, you’re in for one hell of a shock.” She barged past him and stalked up the road.
“I can hardly wait,” he called out.
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