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tonight...”
    Her eyes grew round and dark. “What did you see?”
    “This,” he said, indicating the bed. “You and I together. Naked and blissful in each other’s arms.”
    Cassie glanced past his shoulder to the shadowy corner where his writing table stood. She looked back up into his face...a face so sinfully handsome she had never dared to even hope...
    The Lombard ’s ghostly words came back to her then, brushing past her ear like an errant breeze, having no substance, no sound, just the impression of being there.
    “He told me...what I saw was my own heart,” she whispered. “My heart’s fondest desire.”
    He studied her face a moment then showed her what he held in his other hand.
    It was the jewelled pendant and as she caught sight of her own reflection, she realized the robe she was wearing—his robe—was burgundy, embroidered with threads of gold. A slow smile of wonderment spread across her lips as she recognized it to be the same image she had seen the first time she had looked into the oval mirror.
    “What do you suppose it means?” she asked.
    He slipped the chain over her head and lifted the cloud of her hair free so that the pendant lay against the burgundy silk and reflected the contented smile on his own face. “I only know that the old man spoke the truth. I have found my heart’s desire.”
    She sighed and rested her cheek against his shoulder. She felt the heavy pendant crush against her breast and as she lifted it to the side, she glanced down and into the mirror again. She closed her eyes briefly and looked again, but the image had not changed and what she saw there caused her to nuzzle her face back into the warmth of Thomas’s neck.
    “I think Old Godfrey is working his mischief again.”
    “Why? What did you see?”
    She raised up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, murmuring through a grin as their breaths and tongues entwined. “I saw something that might well frighten you more than any life as an outlaw.”
    He frowned and held her away a moment. “How so?”
    “Allow me just to say that I hope you like children, my lord. A good many handsome little yellow-haired children.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I hope you enjoyed What the Heart Sees. To follow the journey of the magical brooch down through the centuries, you can find all six stories in the anthology Masters of Seduction . To read more about my books, please visit my websites.
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