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the night he’d finally dared to ask. Did she wander into the mist and vanish to Tir Nan Og just like the fairy queen?
    Tears filled his father’s eyes, his callused fingertips tracing Jared’s cheek, scratching tender little-boy skin. She might have done just that, lad. So far above this hard world of mine she was.
    Having a fairy queen for a mum was a lot easier on the heart than the truth his father had never been strong enough to face. But then, by the time Jared had been able to fathom the cold reality of his mother’s desertion, Mary Calloway Butler was easier for Jared to understand than any fairy ever could be. After all, hadn’t Jared proved that he was just like her?
    Jared slammed his mind shut against the memories, drawing on his power to focus so intently on the task before him that his own past disappeared.
    Within moments, he’d blocked out everything but the vast sweep of sky overhead and the green, boulder-strewn land below. And Emma McDaniel riding. In the distance he glimpsed an unruly burn, its winding length tumbling over one waterfall and then curving in an exquisite arc to dance down yet another.
    The stream marked the end of the land they had permission to ride on.
    Snib MacMurray, the farmer whose land abutted the opposite side of the burn, had told the studio to take the money they’d offered him to use his property as part of the set and cram it up their arse. He wasn’t about to have a pack of foreigners tramping around, upsetting his sheep and making the cows’ milk dry up.
    But then, Snib had been surly for as long as Jared had known him. Don’t be taking Snib’s insults to heart, Angus Butler had soothed Jared as a boy. Snib’s the kind of man who took the defeat at Culloden Moor so personal he’s determined to make everyone he meets suffer for it two hundred and fifty-odd years later.
    A roguish part of Jared would’ve loved to have seen Emma McDaniel meet the glen’s most cantankerous resident. But the sooner Jared got through the day’s training, the sooner he could get back to the dig. If he couldn’t wear Emma out on horseback, he’d just use another method.
    Jared called out, but if she could hear him, she pretended not to. She and her mare only flew faster, as if the woman was trying to keep her mount as far from his as possible. He got the distinct feeling she was doing her best to pretend he was a tree. Or a rock. Or more likely still, something that had just crawled out from under one, he thought with a wry smile.
    Not that he blamed her. If he’d behaved so badly Davey felt obliged to make excuses for him, he must have exuded all the charm of a moray eel. Most women he knew would have been appalled by his temper already, but Emma McDaniel gave as good as she got. He remembered how she’d refused to back down behind the castle that morning, challenging him with dark eyes, leaning into his space as if daring him to…to…what? Kill her?
    Or kiss her?
    Whoa, man. Where had that thought come from? Too many months without a woman beneath him—that’s where. A man could wall off his emotions, but defying biology was a tougher matter entirely. Any scientist knew that. The survival of the species depended on the male’s urge to mate. And mating was all about the chase.
    He squeezed his heels into the big stallion’s sides, the animal surging in an effort to close the space between him and Emma’s mare. But of her own volition, Emma reined in at the stream. She dismounted and, reins in hand, peered up at the waterfalls, her creamy skin and lovely profile making Jared’s chest feel too small.
    He drew rein beside her, the mare giving a whicker filled with satisfaction, the equine equivalent of “took you long enough to catch us.” But from the mare’s come-hither eyes, Jared wondered if the two females had let themselves be caught. One more part of the mating ritual, just to keep things interesting—tempting the male to a knife’s edge of desire and then