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Serena of the Faw Romany tribe contained more mystery than clarity.
    Keenan caught up and stepped in front only to have her run into his chest once again. There she stood, asleep. He sighed in exasperation, picked her up and carried her back to camp. Robert woke startled as Keenan walked into the clearing with Serena. The older man raised his eyebrows at what must look like two lovers returning from a tryst away from prying eyes and ears.
    “She walks west in her sleep,” Keenan said without hushing his voice. The explanation sounded doubtful to his own ears so he nodded for emphasis. Robert looked skeptical.
    Keenan shrugged and set Serena back on the woolen blanket. After a moment she sat up again. Keenan and Robert watched as she rose silently and began to walk once again.
    “See, man,” Keenan spread his hands wide, palms up. “West, she goes west.”
    “Bloody odd that,” Robert said. And then after a moment, “are ye going to fetch her again?”
    Keenan followed her out of the grove of trees. Bowing his head, he looked straight into her face. “Wake, Serena.” She didn’t wake. He shook her gently. “Wake, lass,” he shouted. “Time to head north.” She looked entranced. Keenan frowned. What would wake her?
    Keenan placed his hands on her shoulders. He wound a hand in thick tresses and pulled to tilt her face. His eyes studied every detail of her lovely translucent skin, how it lay soft against high cheekbones and a delicate nose, how a sprinkling of freckles dotted the contours. Dark lashes were nearly closed. Parted lips pouted slightly, softly pink just for a man’s touch.
    So he touched, first with the thumb of his free hand, and then with his mouth. He kissed tentatively at first not wanting to startle. She kissed him back slowly, tilting her face to better meet him. Her response shattered his resolve to keep his distance. He groaned and pulled her against his body, feeling soft curves melt along his length. Perhaps it was he who deepened the kiss, perhaps it was the lass. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the heat igniting between them. The spicy warm smell, the taste, the feel of her lush body pressed against his hardness.
    Keenan pulled back and saw violet eyes open. She stared at him, her face flushed. Passion lurked in those brilliant, mythical eyes. Honest passion. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. He kissed her again. Serena answered back with as much passion as he gave and molded her body closely. He ran hands down to cup her sweet bottom through the skirts. She reached up on tiptoe and nuzzled intimately against him. Keenan’s mind turned wild as he scanned the terrain in his memory. There must be a secluded place nearby.
    The loud coughing dragged him back from the edge of madness. Bloody Mackay. He broke off the kiss and set Serena down. She looked totally befuddled.
    “I’ll just break camp since I see yer about ready to head out,” Robert said. “Seems ye found a way to wake the lass.” Robert chuckled and turned back toward their camp.
    “What? Where?” Serena looked around. “What happened?”
    “Ye walk in yer sleep.”
    “West.”
    “Aye, west.”
    “One of my oddities.”
    “Ye have quite a few,” he said.
    “So you’ve pointed out.” She frowned. “And kissing someone walking in their sleep?”
    Keenan grinned. “I suppose that would be a new oddity for me.”
    Serena’s confusion relaxed into a grin. “Good.”
    “Good?” He couldn’t help but smile back at her mischievous tone.
    “Yes, good. You need a few oddities, else you’d be dull.”
    “Dull?” Keenan ran his hand through his hair. “Oh for a life that is dull.” He pulled her hand. “Let’s go. Ye’ll see Kylkern Castle this day.”
    As they walked back to camp, Keenan continued to hold her hand as if it were the most natural thing to do. “For future reference, lass, is there any other way to wake ye when ye walk in yer