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widened with shock. Why, it was Sean! And he was running across the road with no clothes on. For a moment she forgot to be outraged. My, but he was so yummy. His bum was muscled, pale and taut in the moonlight.
    Douglas was hysterical with laughter. ‘Oh Megan, please introduce me, he is so hot!’
    Megan giggled. She handed her helmet back to Douglas and set off in hot pursuit of her man.

Chapter 24
    The crumbling old farmhouse had never looked so welcoming. Sean raced up the driveway, the broken bitumen biting into his feet but he didn’t slow, spurred on by the horrible possibility of being spotted by Megan MacGregor. He had no idea how late it was. Had he missed her? He realised that he would be disappointed if that was the case.
    Salem sat on the top of the gate, his eyes gleaming mysteriously in the moonlight. And his presence reminded Sean of the strangeness of the night. Was he dreaming? Half of him hoped he was and the other half harboured a wistful hope that he wasn’t.
    â€˜Hi, Sean.’
    He froze. Oh crap. Slowly he looked over his shoulder hoping to find it was Salem speaking. However, fate was not in a generous mood. She stood barely two metres away, her golden eyes dancing with laughter, her brilliant hair waving softly in the breeze. And for a moment he forgot his embarrassing situation and his breathing ceased. What was it about this woman, who looked so young, so pure and yet oozed sexuality like cream from an éclair?
    She took a step forward and her eyes raked over him with a surety that brought him back to earth. Assuming an air of confident nonchalance was the only option, he decided. ‘Hi Megan,’ he said cheerfully. ‘How are you?’
    She laughed softly.
    He loved her voice. It was soft, with a gravelly, throaty quality. As if she smoked six packs of cigarettes a day.
    A pink tongue licked her lips, and he glimpsed a set of startling white teeth.
    â€˜What have you been doing, Sean?’
    He grinned, but panic fluttered like a moth in his belly. What to say? But, before he could find a believable lie, she suddenly turned away and faced the road. There was an odd stillness, an exaggerated alertness about her that he found intriguing. She moved with the grace and suppleness of…a cat? No. That wasn’t it. No, she was more…aggressive. It was more like…
    But then he spotted a single light flickering down the road accompanied by the hum of a small engine.
    Megan pushed her hair carefully behind her ears. A low sound emitted from her chest.
    Sean glanced at her in alarm. He could have sworn she was growling. He shook his head; what the hell had those two crazy ladies put in that potion? It probably also explained the startlingly pointed ear that now protruded through the lush curtain of her hair. Smokin’ Joe, he was soooo stoned.
    As the moped turned and bumped up the driveway, Megan finally moved. She turned and observed him carefully. ‘Are you expecting company?’
    Sean nodded. ‘Yep. You.’
    She tilted her head slightly and lifted her chin a fraction. It was an endearing gesture. Both questioning and challenging. It was very… canine . Yes, that was it. Everything about her was animalistic. The innocence, the grace, the directness. And then this small head movement, like a young dog who sees something it’s not sure about. It was adorable. She was adorable.
    But his joy was almost extinguished as the moped surged up the drive and came skidding to a halt in front of them both.
    Ginny switched off the engine and pulled off her helmet. Her furious eyes burned like pieces of wet coal. In the dark her face was as pale as porcelain. She dropped the helmet with a rude thud and glared at Sean. And then glared at Megan. ‘What the hell is going on? And why are you buck naked?’
    Frankly, Sean didn’t think it was any of her business. ‘Well, Ginny,’ he said sweetly, ‘it’s like this. I’ve been