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herself apart. She found herself rearranging the furniture to suit her.

She found yards of gauzy fabric in a trunk in the closet and fashioned

some pretty curtains with Flanna’s aid. She weeded the front

flowerbeds. The gnomes had been happy to give her bulbs to plant.

She was even becoming fond of the chickens. It would make it

almost impossible to eat them. She’d become fond of all the animals.

She’d learned to milk the cows and how to brush Sweeney’s mane.

She hadn’t let Cian kill the rooster. The rooster only crowed about

half the time. Meg had discovered that Cian’s cock was a much better

judge of time. It pressed against her every morning as the sun rose,

seeking relief.

It hadn’t found any, yet.

That would change soon. She wouldn’t be able to deny him much

longer. She didn’t want to. She dreamed about him at night, Cian and

his brother. As wonderful as Cian was, she still was heartbroken over

Beck. She missed him, but she needed to move on with Cian. He

didn’t know it yet, but she intended to do that tonight.

They both became quiet as they trudged through the forest toward

the caves. Meg felt Cian’s hand squeeze hers as he helped her over a

puddle.

She thought about the letters Beck had been sending. They had

begun arriving the day after he left. They popped up on the vampire

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computer, but they had been written in his own careful hand. Beck’s

writing was like everything else about him, carefully controlled and

wholly masculine. There were two every day, one addressed to Cian

and the other to her.

Meg had refused to read the first one. Cian had read his aloud and

then dictated his own response. The brothers asked about each other’s

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