tilt on it axis. A feeling of dread and wonder ran through her body, then like lightning it was gone. She was left shocked and silent.
Instinct told her there was nothing simple about the question or the answer. Ally was sure about one thing, he knew something about her secret and she intended to find out what it was. She slowly turned her head to look at him, searching his eyes, trying to discover if there was an answer within their emerald depths, then she was lost and drowning in them.
Alessandra was unable to speak, the very air around them buzzed with something she couldn’t have described if her very life depended on it. Lost in his eyes and the moment, she surrendered to her senses and submerged herself with him.
James could feel the pull between them. It was much stronger tonight than it had been that fateful morning five years ago. He thought he was prepared for it this time but he expected what seemed like a punch to the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. This time it had hit him like a truck. He felt his senses spiraling. Sight, sound and feeling, he felt nothing but this girl. He was completely taken aback.
James had set an almost impossible puzzle for her to solve. He wanted to keep her interested and give her small clues. If she worked things out herself she would believe and accept it easier.
However, James had the feeling that he was getting himself and her into trouble by doing this. Ally’s grandmother had likened her to a terrier when it came to solving a mystery. That persistence and thirst for the truth was what had made her a much sought after private investigator. James decided he needed to give her a clue to start her off on the right track.
Alessandra was lost in his eyes; he could feel the exact moment she surrendered to his will. She was his to command.
James slowly brought his hand up to her cheek and traced the line of her jaw moving his finger slowly over her neck and down over her décolletage.
With expert precision he lowered his mouth above hers and brushed her lips with his. James felt Ally shiver with anticipation. Desire spread through his body like wildfire at the shiver he felt run through Ally, she wanted him and that made him want her all the more.
Ally felt like she was on fire and it was all because of this man. This incredible, intelligent and mysterious man. The desire and need that he had sparked in her went all the way to her soul. She felt that her life from this moment on was going to be inexplicably and irrevocably changed, again. She hoped with all her soul that it would be changed for the better this time. Her life had already been turned upside down once before and she didn’t know if she could go through that again.
In that moment the world could have ended and neither would have known.
Ally suddenly became aware of something tugging at the edge of her consciousness again. Without warning her mind felt like it was exploding. Images were flashing across her mind’s eye so fast she could barely register them. It appeared she was seeing memories of James’ life and the most beautiful country she had ever seen. The land was calling to her but she had never been there and yet she had a vague impression that it was somewhere in Scotland.
In the images James was different somehow, more natural and less composed. The mask he wore had slipped and she was seeing him as he truly was for the first time.
Most of the images seemed perfectly normal except two. He was dressed in nobleman’s attire from the regency period in England in one memory and the other one pictured him with a man that looked a lot like Michelangelo during the renaissance period in Italy.
Her brain went into overdrive trying to put the pieces together. Were they memories from a fancy dress party? Ally wondered. Something about it seemed too authentic to be a fancy dress party. Could it be real? Her mind was racing with possibilities.
She leaned back from James unconsciously when the first
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