Copyright © 2008 Nita Wick
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“Have you no sense at all, lass?”
“What?”
“Sittin’ on the trow’s bridge. Are you daft?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. I didn’t know it belonged to a troll. I got lost. I just needed a place to rest, but I fell asleep.” She shrugged. “And now I’m dreaming.”
He grunted. “What are you doin’ out here in the forest in the first place?” He didn’t slow his pace.
Jogging to keep up with him, she said, “The bellboy at the hotel said the forest is enchanted. I didn’t believe it, of course. But I thought it was a good excuse to see the forest and some of the countryside while I’m on vacation.”
“Did it ever occur to you that there are tour guides for a reason?” He had the irritating tone of an adult reprimanding a mischievous child.
She frowned and pulled her hand free. “What is wrong with you?”
He halted and turned to gaze down at her. “Me? You’re the one what’s wanderin’ around in the forest talkin’ to trows.”
She crossed her arms. “Look. This is my dream, and I don’t like your attitude. Shouldn’t you be making mad, passionate love to me now?”
He leaned down, his face hovering just above hers. “Is it your habit to offer sex to complete strangers?”
Rolling her eyes, she groaned. “Never. But this is different. You’re not a stranger. And—”
“Do you even know me name, Katie?”
“I….” She thought back to all the erotic dreams she’d shared with this man. “Well, I guess you never told me.”
He raised one brow and spun on his heel.
She ran around him and stood in front of him, blocking his path before he’d taken more than a few steps. “So what is your name?”
Blowing out a long breath, he rested his hand on his hips. “Aidan. Aidan McLain.”
“Aidan.” Katie searched his features and smiled. “It fits you. I like it.”
“I’ll tell me ma you said so. Can we go now?”
He stepped around her, and she fell in line behind him. “Go? Where?”
“I dinnae know where you’re goin’, lass, but I’m goin’ home.”
She stared at his back for a moment before she let her gaze fall to firm buttocks encased in tight denim. She followed him in silence, enjoying the view until they came to a clearing. The little meadow lay nestled in the forest like a hidden treasure. Summer wildflowers bloomed and swayed in the gentle breeze.
“Oh, how lovely. So this is where you’ll make love to me. In a bed of wildflowers. This dream may turn out all right after all.”
He stopped without warning, and she ran into him. Facing her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. “You’re not dreamin’.”
“Of course I’m not. That was a real troll. And a fantasy man really can come to life. What’s next? Are you going to show me your unicorn?”