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Nova laughed. “You can’t be serious. We hardly know each other.”
“We have time. All the time in the world.”
“You don’t even know my real name.”
He smiled, his eyes sparking with challenge and determination. “So, tell me.”
“Catriona,” she said softly. “Catriona Riordan.”
He grunted, as if testing the feel of the name in his mind. “I like it. And I like you. I love you, Nova.”
He loved her. Her heart leapt in her breast, a giddy, girly jolt of elation. She’d been so leaden with grief, the joy she felt now was like a sudden burst of sunlight after a heavy storm. “Are you trying to sweep me off my feet or something, Mathias?”
His grin widened. “Like some kind of knight in shining armor, Nova. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
She touched his face, his handsome, earnest face. “Well, in that case, I don’t mind telling you that I love you too.”
“Good answer.” He stared into her eyes, his own irises glittering with bright amber sparks. “Now about the rest of my question...”
“The part about spending the rest of my life with you?”
“As my mate,” he clarified. “I won’t settle for anything less.”
“I’m not an easy woman to live with,” she warned him. “I’m moody. I’m stubborn. Sometimes I don’t play well with others.”
“Fortunately for both of us, I enjoy a challenge.”
She laughed, then sighed as he pulled her into his arms and across his lap.
When his mouth found hers and he kissed her, slow and sweet and sensual, she felt all of her fears melt away.
She felt hope, and the promise of a future--and a happiness--she’d long imagined was out of reach.
But nothing was out of her reach now.
Not when her heart was overflowing with love and Mathias was holding her close in his strong arms.
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Jordana blew out a sigh as she came to a stop in a long, empty corridor--one of many confusing arteries in the Chase’s sprawling estate.
Had Carys said to turn left-left-right-leftonce she was in the Order’s Command Center wing of the mansion, or left-right-left-left?
Shit.
A simple quest to fetch more packing tape for her friend had now delivered Jordana deep into the warriors’ domain. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to be there. Not when the odds of encountering Nathan in that part of the mansion seemed a bit too likely for her peace of mind.
But Carys had been insistent. She’d made it seem no big thing at all: “Just run down to the central supply room and grab another roll of tape for me, will you? Take you not even ten minutes round-trip, and I’ll have this box of shoes ready to go by the time you get back.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jordana was still wandering the corridors, becoming more turned around each step she took.
She was sure she followed Carys’s directions correctly.
Whether she did or not, she was definitely in the wrong place now. Ahead of her at the far end of the passageway was a set of steel double doors with a security access panel mounted to the right of them on the wall. Above the doors, the dark, unblinking eye of a surveillance camera stared down at her.
“Dammit, Carys,” she whispered. “Next time you have a fool’s errand to run, you’re doing it yourself.”
Jordana edged backward a few steps, hoping she didn’t look as uncomfortable or idiotic as she felt to whomever might be monitoring the corridor. Then again, it was probably too late to worry about that. She just needed to get out of there, before she wandered any farther afield.
Spi
Only to run full-tilt into a wall of unmovable, warm flesh and bone.
Nathan.
Oh, God.
He caught her by her upper arms, and muttered a curse that didn’t sound happy to see her either. “I might’ve guessed,” he growled, more to himself than her. “Never did have much use for luck.”
Jordana struggled to find her voice for a second. “Excuse me?”
Caught in his grasp with only inches between them, she stood there immobile, her hands splayed on his broad chest. Despite that he was wearing a t-shirt, her palms burned with the heat rolling off the firm planes and bulges of his body beneath the soft black cotton that covered him.
His eyes bored into her, and she realized she never knew what color they were until now. Deep, greenish-blue, they looked like the sky just before the arrival of a brutal storm.
That same dark, arresting stare had held her across the room of the museum last night. Demanding, possessive.
Even now, she found it hard to tear herself away from Nathan’s u
He grunted, one black brow lifting almost imperceptibly.
Jordana rushed on, hating how he unsettled her. “Usually when I’m here at the mansion, I keep to the residential areas.”
“As you should,” he said. “You don’t belong down here.”
The words were rough gravel, a deep rumble that vibrated through her spread fingers, which were still pressed against his chest. The low thunder of his voice traveled into her limbs. Into the suddenly quivering center of her body.
Jordana yanked her hands away from him, cradling her crossed fists to her breast. “I’m just . . . I’m going to go now, then.”
God help her, but he kept on staring at her, watching her dangle on the strings of her own unease around him. His harsh, handsome face was so unreadable, she wondered if he was actually looking at her, or through her.
The way he studied her, Jordana felt . . . exposed. She felt stripped and vulnerable under his penetrating eyes. Completely at his mercy.
His dark eyes drifted to her mouth and she was instantly reminded of the kiss they shared. Well, not shared exactly, considering she was the one who’d done all the kissing.
Nathan had stood there much the way he was now, rock-solid, unshakable.
Maddeningly cool and in control.
Jordana wondered how he did it--how he could seem so unaffected, yet hold her in a gaze that made her instincts come alive with an anticipation bordering on the profane. Ever fiber in her body was tuned to him, even though her head was telling her to run away. To avoid this dangerous man and the dark temptations that lurked in his stormy eyes.