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color again. She might be an alpha wolf, but he realized
     how much he flustered her.
    He tried to minimize his smile, but he was having a hard time doing so. He was having
     even more trouble keeping his kilt from tenting under his sporran.
    She quickly said, “We could run as wolves. It’s raining hard enough and no one’s parked
     here, so no one would see us.”
    Her suggestion completely took him by surprise. In part because his other head was
     thinking for him and he needed a minute to focus on what she was saying.
    “Our wolf coats would keep us drier. We’d be more sure-footed and could travel faster
     and farther,” she added.
    “Are you game?” He couldn’t remove the rest of his clothes while he sat behind the
     steering wheel. She could climb into the backseat and take off her clothes and shift,
     then he could follow her.
    “Not sure. What do you think?” she asked.
    He’d much prefer to run as a wolf. They could smell the scents up close, nose to the
     ground, which they couldn’t do walking upright as humans. But he was surprised she’d
     ask his advice. Any young girl who could escape him and his brothers while they were
     attempting to track her down—not to mention Lord Whittington, once he’d received the
     news that she was in the port city, as well as her kin, who were trying to get hold
     of her—seemed able to get along without seeking anyone’s opinion about anything. She
     evaded all of them, which meant she had been a lot more capable than he’d given her
     credit for.
    “We can shift up at the castle. There are enough enclosed rooms to shield us from
     prying eyes. A cellar where bread was once baked and walls to the baron’s and baroness’s
     rooms still stand. No roof, though. A chapel and a tower. A couple of other rooms,
     stone stables for the horses…” He paused. “Yeah, even a couple of locking restrooms.
     That should work.”
    “Okay. We can do it.”
    As angry as he felt about his car, he couldn’t help but be pleased that Elaine wanted
     to help him with this. And run as wolves? Even better.
    He considered the left side of her face again.
    She took a deep breath and pulled her hood forward more. “The bruising will be gone
     before long, and you don’t need to be angry about this anymore.”
    But he was.
    “Let’s do this,” he said, right before they left the car. He noticed her gaze had
     shifted again, and she was giving his torso another appreciative look.
    He smiled. Briskly in the cold wind, they walked the half-mile winding path to the
     castle. The walkway was mossy green and shiny wet. The rain had thankfully let up
     to a light drizzle. The whole area was shrouded in a blanket of thick mist, making
     it look surreal, otherworldly, ghostly.
    The wind was still blowing fiercely across the cliffs and tugging at Elaine’s hood
     to such an extent that she had to hold it in place around her face. The air was cold
     and wet as it pounded his bare chest, but he barely noticed, as hot as she made him
     feel from the way she seemed to enjoy his appearance. More than that, he knew that
     his shirt would have been soaking wet, plastered to his skin, and just about as cold.
    He shifted his gaze from Elaine to the cliffs overlooking the loch that surrounded
     the ancient ruins on three sides and had made the place nearly impenetrable from encroaching
     enemies.
    When they reached the mossy stairs to climb down one of the cliffs, he took hold of
     her hand because the steps were slippery. At least initially that was the reason,
     but he felt as though he was on a date with the she-wolf. Wolves didn’t date. They
     had casual sex with humans, or they found a wolf that would be the perfect mate. Dating
     was a human condition.
    Yet, for the first time ever, he felt like a man on a date. A very agreeable date.
     One that he didn’t want to end.

Chapter 6
    Cearnach observed Elaine as she watched the water dashing against the rocks below,
     white froth