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Authors: Christine Feehan

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Kate smiled and leaned over to kiss Hannah’s cheek. “I accepted my limitations a long time ago, Hannah, and I’ve never regretted my choice of lifestyles. I control my environment, and it works for me. I didn’t have the need to do all the things you wanted to do with your life. My world is carefully built and has large walls to protect me. You’re far more open to the assault. I’ll be careful, Hannah. I’m not a risk taker. You don’t have to worry that I’ll try to find the answers without the rest of you.”

“Katie!” Abbey called out. “Sarah has a few things she wants to talk to you about.” She held out the phone.

Kate hugged Hannah again. “It will be all right, I promise you, honey. It’s Christmas. Most everyone is coming home, and we’ll have the best time ever, just like we always do when we’re together.”

chapter
3

A chill, colder still than the air they will feel
As I rejoice in release, as I slip past the seal

M
ATT STOOD BESIDE THE ENORMOUS
D
OUGLAS
fir tree decorated with hundreds of ornaments and colorful lights. The tall tree grew in the yard up near the cliffs in front of the house. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen, but it paled in comparison to Kate. She stood on her porch, a snowglobe in her hands, smiling at him. Her eyes were as green as the sea, and her long, thick hair was twisted into some kind of intricate knot that made him want to pull out every pin so he could watch it tumble free.

He walked up the porch steps and held out his hand. “Where in the world did you get that snowglobe? The scene inside looks exactly like your house and this Christmas tree.”

She put the globe in his hands. Two of her sisters were standing on the porch with her, watching him with serious expressions on their faces. He had been so busy staring at Kate he hadn’t even noticed them. His hands closed over the heavy globe, his fingers brushing Kate’s. A tingle of electricity sparked its way up his arm. Almost at once the snowglobe grew warm in his hands. “Afternoon, ladies.”

“Hi, Matt,” Hannah greeted. Abbey nodded to him.

Although he’d made every effort to clean up after work, scrubbing his hands for a good half hour to get the dirt out from under his fingernails, he noticed with dismay that he hadn’t been successful. His nails seemed to be spotlighted from the strange glow coming from inside the glass of the globe. The lights of the tree blazed unexpectedly inside the glass, while an eerie white fog began to swirl. Fascinated, he held the globe at every angle, trying to see how he had turned it on, but he couldn’t find a battery or a switch anywhere. Peering closer he noticed a strange dark shadow taking shape at the base of the tree and creeping up the path toward the steps of the house. His body reacted, going on alert as he watched the shadow move stealthily.

“This thing is spooky.” He handed the snowglobe to Hannah and took Kate’s elbow in a deliberate, proprietary action. Staking his claim. Declaring his intentions. His fingers settled around her slender arm, and his heart actually jumped in his chest. She was wearing some lacy white shirt that clung to the shape of her rounded breasts and left her lower arms bare. The pad of his thumb slid over her petal-soft skin just to feel the texture. She shivered, and he moved his body closer to block the breeze coming in off the ocean. They said good-bye to her sisters and headed for his car.

Kate cleared her throat. “I appreciate your coming to pick me up, Matthew. I could have met you there.”

“That’s silly, Kate, since we’re both going to the same place, and you’re on my way. I thought we might discuss the plans for the renovation over dinner when we’re finished inspecting the mill.” He pulled open the door to his Mustang convertible. The top was securely up. “What were you doing with the globe?”

She smiled up at him and just that easily took his breath away. “We’re still putting out our decorations. Hannah just brought the globe down from the attic and was cleaning the glass. It’s a Christmas tradition in our family to wish on it.”

“What was that strange dark shadow moving in the globe?”

Kate abruptly turned back toward the house. Matt was standing close to her, holding the door open to the Mustang, and she bumped his chest with her nose. For a second she stood there with her eyes closed, then she inhaled deeply. He felt that breath right through his skin, all the way down to his bones. The tips of her breasts brushed his rib cage, sending fire racing through his bloodstream and pooling into a thick heat low in his belly. She smelled of cinnamon and spice. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her right there. Right in front of her sisters.

“Matthew.” For the first time that he could remember, Kate sounded breathless. “What are you doing?”

He realized his arms were around her. He was holding her captive against him, and his body was growing hard and making urgent demands. He cursed silently and let her go, turning away from her. “I thought you were getting into the car.” His voice was rough, even to his own ears. He had never wanted a woman the way he wanted Kate. He didn’t feel gentle when he wanted to be gentle. He didn’t feel nice and charming when it was usually so easy for him to be charming. He felt edgy and restless and achy as hell. He had a mad desire to scoop her up and lock her in his vehicle, a primitive, out-of-character urge when she looked on the verge of flight.

“You really saw a shadow in the globe?” she asked. “What was it doing?”

It was the last thing he expected her to say, and it sent a chill skittering down his spine. “I couldn’t tell what it was. The dark shadow went from the base of the tree up the path toward the porch of the house. It is your house in the globe, isn’t it? There’s fog or mist instead of snowflakes swirling around. It gives the globe a very eerie effect.”

Kate glanced back at her sisters. Hannah set the snowglobe very carefully on the wide banister and stepped away from it. Inside the glass, heavy fog swirled. The lights from the tiny Christmas tree glowed a strange orange and red through the mist, almost as if on fire. Matt watched Kate’s sister closely. He had lived in Sea Haven all of his life. He had heard strange things about the Drake sisters. Up close to them, he
felt
power and energy crackling in the air, and it emanated from them. The power filled the space around them until he breathed it. Hannah lifted her arms, and the wind swept in from the sea. With it came soft voices, whose words were impossible to distinguish, but the chant was melodious and in harmony with the things of the earth. The strange light in the snowglobe faded and diminished until it was a soft, faint glow. The voices on the wind continued until the lights behind the glass flickered and vanished, leaving the globe a perfectly ordinary Christmas ornament.

The wind swirled cool air around them. Matt tasted the salt from the sea. He looked down at his fingers curled around Kate’s arm. He had pulled her protectively to him without thought or reason. He knew he should release her, but he couldn’t let go. Her slender body trembled, with power or with fear, Matt wasn’t certain which, but it didn’t matter to him.

Kate looked up at him. “I can’t explain what just happened with the snowglobe.”

“I’m not asking for an explanation. I just want you to get in my car.”

She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Matthew. I really appreciate it.” She relaxed visibly and allowed him to help her into the warm leather seats.

Kate felt very small beside Matt. Inside the car, he appeared enormous and powerful. His shoulders were wide enough to brush against her in the confines of the Mustang. When she inhaled, she took the masculine scent of him deep into her lungs. For a moment she felt dizzy. It made her want to laugh aloud at the thought. Kate Drake dizzy from the scent of a man. None of her sisters would believe it. The car handled the tight turns along the coastal highway with precision and ease, flowing around the corners so that she relaxed a little. Being around Matt always made her feel safe. She didn’t know why, but she no longer questioned it.

He glanced over at her. “Does it bother you, the way people are always talking about your family?”

“They talk in a nice way,” Kate pointed out.

“I know they do. You’re the town’s treasures, but does it bother you?”

Kate smiled at him. “Only you would ask me that question.” She sighed. “It shouldn’t bother me. We are different. We can’t exactly hide it, and of course people are going to talk about our strange ways. We grew up here, so everyone knows us and to some extent they protect us from outsiders, but yes, it does bother me that people are always so aware of us when we’re around.” She’d never voiced that aloud to anyone, not even her sisters.

“I miss you when you’re gallivanting around the world, Kate. I’m glad you’ve decided to come home.”

Her smile widened. “You’re such a flirt, Matthew, even with me, and I’ve known you all of my life. You haven’t calmed down much since your wild college days. When I was in high school, all the girls said you were legendary at Stanford.”

“Well, I wasn’t. I should have gone to a college far away from here instead of only a couple of hours. It might have cut down on the talk. And I don’t flirt,” he said firmly. He wanted to park the car and just look at her. Touch her soft skin and kiss her for hours. The moment the thoughts crept into his head his body hardened into a dull, painful ache. He couldn’t get near her without it happening. He was a grown man, and his body responded to her as if he were an adolescent.

“Matthew, you flirt with everyone. And your reputation is terrible. If I wasn’t already so talked about, I’d be worried.”

“No one talks about me.”

She laughed softly. “I can relate the story of you and Janice Carlton by heart, I’ve heard it so many times.”

He groaned. “Is that still going around? That happened long ago. I was on leave, it must have been what? Six years ago? I did pick her up in the bar, she was drunk, Kate. I couldn’t just leave her there.”

“And how did her blouse get on the bushes outside the grocery store?”

Matt glanced sideways at her. “All right, I’ll admit it was her blouse, but come on, Kate, I wasn’t in high school. Give me a little credit for growing up. She was as drunk as a skunk and began peeling off her clothes the minute we were driving down the street. She threw her blouse out the window and would have thrown her bra but I told her I’d put her out on the sidewalk if she did. I took her straight home. And in case you want to know why my version was never told, I don’t like talking about women who throw themselves at me when they’re drunk. In spite of what you’ve heard, my mother raised me to be a gentleman. We may be a little rough around the edges, but the Granites have a code of honor.”

The Mustang swung fluidly into the driveway leading to the old mill on the cliff above Sea Lion Cove. Matt drove straight up the dirt driveway to the long, wooden building and parked. He turned off the engine and slid his arm along the back of her seat. The ocean boomed below the cliffs, a timeless rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of his heart. “Most of the stories about me aren’t true, Kate.”

Kate stared straight ahead at the old building. Much of the wood was pitted from sea salt. The paint had long since worn away from the steady assault of the wind. She loved the look of the mill, the way it fit there on the cliff, a part of the past she wanted to bring with her into the future. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and turned to take Matt in.

Up close, Matthew Granite was a giant of a man with rippling, defined muscles and a strong, stubborn jaw. His mouth was something she spent far too much time staring at and dreaming about, and the shape of it had managed to slip into her bestselling novels on several heroes. His eyes were amazing. They should have been gray but they were more silver, a startling color that made her heart do triple time. He had the kind of thick, dark hair that made her want to run her fingers in it, and he wore it longer than most men. Kate felt a bit faint looking at his heavily muscled chest, then up into his glinting silver eyes. “Well, darn it, Matthew, all this time I thought I was in the presence of greatness.” She managed to conjure up a lighthearted laugh. “It’s not nice to destroy a woman’s illusions.”

He frowned. “I didn’t say I
wasn’t
the bad boy of Sea Haven.”

“I thought Jonas Harrington was the bad boy of Sea Haven.”

Matt looked affronted. “I never come in second place.” His hand came up, unexpectedly spanning her throat.

Kate was certain her heart skipped a beat. His palm was large, and his fingers wrapped easily around her neck, his thumb tipping her head up so she was forced to meet the sudden hunger blazing in his eyes. It was the last thing Kate expected to see, and his intensity shocked her. “Matthew.” She breathed his name in a small protest. It wasn’t a good idea. They weren’t a good idea.

He simply lowered his head and took possession of her mouth. His kiss was anything but gentle. He dragged her close, a starving man devouring her with hot, urgent kisses. The breath slammed out of her lungs, and every nerve ending in her body screamed at her. Electricity crackled between them, arcing from Matt to Kate and back again. Fire raced over her skin, melting her insides. He took the lead, kissing her hungrily, hotly, his tongue dueling with hers, demanding a response she found herself giving.

Her arms crept around his neck, her body pressing close to the heat of his. She felt so much heat, so much magic she couldn’t think straight.

The blare of a horn made Kate jump away from him. Matt cursed and glanced at the highway in time to see his brothers waving, hooting, and honking as they drove by. “Damned idiots,” he said, but there was a wealth of affection in his voice impossible to miss.

Kate pressed a trembling hand to her swollen mouth. Her skin felt raw and burned from the dark shadow on his jaw. She didn’t dare look in the mirror, but she knew she looked thoroughly kissed. “They saved us.”

“They may have saved you, but I’m in dire straits here, woman.” And dammit all, he was. What was it about this woman that made him lose control whenever he was around her? Was she really a witch? He was going to have a few things to say to his brothers when he got his hands on them. He wasn’t looking forward to the ribbing he was going to get after being caught necking like a teenager with Kate Drake. It didn’t help matters that he saw Jonas Harrington cruising by very slowly, obviously looking for them. Damn Danny and his radio. It would be all over Sea Haven if they weren’t more careful, and the last thing he wanted was for Kate to run from him because of gossip.

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