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My womb throbs, an embarrassing rush of pleasure warming my body.
This was a mistake. I glance back towards Beau, who has already disappeared from my sight.
“Sit.”
I swallow, my gaze turning back to James. The urge to obey him is powerful, and I shakily sit across from his massive frame, my heart pounding.
Danger danger danger!
He doesn’t move, though. He just stares, as he did the night before, his eyes searching mine.
“What are you drawing?” I blurt out, gesturing towards the sketchbook.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his pupils widen, and he tilts his head curiously.
He’s looking at my scar again.
Damn it. If Beau had noticed my scar, he didn’t make a big deal out of it. But James looks at it like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.
I self-consciously duck my head, letting my hair hang to cover the pink skin.
“The scarred Princess,” he murmurs, “back from the dead.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to hide it, you know,” he continues. “It tells a story. All our scars tell stories.”
His scent wafts over me, the richness making my senses cloudy.
Even with a clear head, I wouldn’t understand what he’s saying.
“You don’t know me,” I insist. “This tells you nothing.” I move the lock of hair away from my face, exposing my mark, and his gaze softens.
“You’re right,” he says quietly. “I don’t, Harper.”
His sudden mood changes give me emotional whiplash.
Yet I can’t move from my spot in the gazebo. He’s a mystery, one I intend to solve. I have the urge to figure out who he is and what secrets he hides.
I long to know more about him, Beau, and Grey.
Besides, it’s not like I’ll ever see them again. I’m here for less than a week, and then…
“I’d like to get to know you,” he murmurs.
My body flushes with heat again, the warmth in my lower stomach flaring to life as my mouth turns dry.
His peppery scent intensifies, and my head spins with nothing butJames, as his gaze burns into me.
I let my guard down just a small amount.
“That makes two of us,” I sigh. “I’m trying to figure out who I am again.”
“Again?” he asks carefully.
I swallow and my chest tightens.
He looks at me as if I’m the most important thing in the world to him, and it gives me the strength to continue.
