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He was exceptionally tall, standing at least six and a half feet. He had very wide and muscular shoulders that were barely contained by the black T-shirt he wore beneath a black leather jacket. He also wore black jeans with biker boots. Not exactly suitable attire for the cold weather outside, but probably warm enough for traveling in a car.

His dark hair was shaved short at the sides and longer on top, his handsome face appearing as if it were hewn out of rock, and he was staring back at her with the most piercing dark eyes Zoey had ever seen.

But what was even odder about those eyes had been the flash of silver flame Zoey was sure she had briefly seen in those dark depths. Not gray or pale blue, but an actual glittering silver. Except his eyes were dark, and flames weren’t silver in color.

Were they…?

There was also something vaguely familiar about him. Not that Zoey believed for a moment she had met him before now, because there was no way she would ever have forgotten meeting such a powerfully handsome man.

No, it was more a case, despite his already powerful build and impressive height, of him somehow seemingmore?—

It wasn’t the first time she’d thought that about someone she’d recently met…?

It was on the very edge of her consciousness where and when she’d had this same feeling ofmore. Or been hit with that invisible aura of size and power?—

Zoey stilled.

Dear God, the last time Zoey had thought this about someone, well, two someones, it had been in Scotland a week ago when she couldn’t stop staring at the two tall, muscular, and very handsome Drake brothers.

Zoey’s gaze sharpened as she continued to stare through narrowed lids at this unexpected visitor to Tregarthen House. The man who claimed his car had broken down and was now asking to use the telephone to call for assistance.

His coloring, being dark-haired and dark-eyed, was different to the two Drake brothers she had met. But otherwise, he possessed that same powerful aura Zoey had only previously sensed in Lachlan and Ranulf Drake.

Could that possibly make him Hunter, the third brother she hadn’t met in Scotland?

The possibility of that being the case was so far removed from probability as to be laughable.

But the evidence in front of Zoey, of her sensing this man’s unusual but unmistakable power and majesty, was just as undeniable.

CHAPTER THREE

“This might sounda little strange if I’m wrong, but would you happen to be Hunter Drake, brother of Lachlan and Ranulf?”

Hunter was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything except the totally enthralling beauty of his mate. And breathing in the heady perfume of Lily of the Valley, Zoey’s mating scent, had caused his cock to harden and his balls to contract.

Because this was hismate. His one true mate. The woman Hunter knew he would cherish, love, and worship for the rest of their long lives together.

She was perfection.

Her long, straight hair was the myriad colors of a living flame. Her eyes were the color of the purest emeralds in Hunter’s hoard, and they were surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Her face was creamy and smooth, with a small, uptilted nose and full red lips. Her neck was long and slender. Her hands, small and delicate. And the perfection of her figure was clearly outlined in the colorful clothing she was wearing.

As far as he was concerned, Zoey was exquisite.

As Hunter had known, if she ever appeared, his one true mate would be.

The astuteness of her question revealed she was also highly intelligent to have so quickly made the connection between himself and his brothers.

Hunter was unhappy at the thought of even starting to practice any sort of deceit where she was concerned.

Although her connection to Wallis brought into question whether or not she was the one being deceitful.

The fact that she had been in the Highlands when Ben McGregor fell to his death was also worrying. It also posed several questions.

Such as, had she been involved in stealing the journal from Belle?

More importantly, could she have been complicit in Ben’s death?

The conversation Hunter had overheard between her and Edgar Wallis didn’t sound as if she had, but Hunter would need to be absolutely sure before he dared to completely trust her.

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