Page 32 of Laird Of Her Heart

Well, fuck.

She reached over, set her hand on his and sighed. “I know it’s hard to believe. But it’s true.”

“I know you believe it’s true.”

She could see it in his eyes. “I’m not mad. I can prove it to you if you give me a chance.”

“Prove it?”

“It’s August, right?”

He sighed. “Aye.”

“What is the date?”

“Maggie—”

“Please, Dominic.”

“It is the 22nd of August.”

“On the 25th, just three days from now, there will be a partial eclipse of the sun.”

“What is that?”

“The moon will move between the earth and the sun. For two minutes, maybe a little more. But you will be able to see it in the sky. Would that convince you?”

“We doona have three days. We need to leave tomorrow.”

“But if it happens, if you see it, will you believe me?” Oh, please. Please. She didn’t know why she needed this so desperately, why she needed him to believe her, but she did.

“All right. If the moon blots out the sun, I will have to agree that you have some knowledge of the future.”

Yes! Thank God. All she had to do was keep him alive for three days. And then he would know she was telling the truth. But he was determined to leave in the morning.

She had to make sure he did not.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Dominic’s mind reeled as he stood and left his tent. Left her. He needed to walk. He needed to think. He could not do so in her presence.

How could he have been so wrong about her?

His heart told him she was the one he’d been waiting for. The woman he’d always dreamed of finding. A perfect connection, a delicious oneness…

But her story was insane.

What was more insane was the fact that a part of him didn’t care. Part of him wanted her no matter what—which was frightening indeed. He was the laird of his clan. His people’s survival depended upon him, on his decisions, on his good judgement.

How could his desire for her, for any woman eclipse his responsibility to his clan?

Perhaps Declan was right. Perhaps she had bewitched him, stolen his sanity. She had touched him for certain, touched him deeply.

Because even as he was confronted with the undeniable evidence that she was unhinged, he wanted her. Trusted her. He suspected the unfamiliar feeling churning in his heart and soul—the hunger, the need, the blind yearning—might be love.

He hoped that did not indicate a lunacy of his own.

If he were sensible, he would listen to his brother. Send her back with the men to Dar and have them lock her away in the dungeon until he could discover the truth about her.