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“Look at me, Gisele,” Nigel commanded softly, brushing a tender kiss across her mouth.

“I am not sure I wish to.”

“Come, look at me. See with your own eyes who is about to love you. If ye keep your bonny eyes shut, I fear memory may overcome fact.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, pushing her shyness aside as she recognized the wisdom of his reasoning. “There. I am looking at you,” she said, hearing the sulkiness in her voice despite the huskiness that still deepened it.

Nigel ignored her touch of ill humor, for he could still hear the passion in her voice, feel it in the faint trembling of her lithe body, and see it in the flush upon her smooth, high-boned cheeks. “Ye need not fear the manhood, lassie, only the mon who wields it.”

“I know that. In my mind, I truly do know that most of the time.”

“Then keep your eyes open, so that your mind and heart can remember it. Keep them wide open so that that bastard’s memory cannae rise up to destroy what we can share.”

Gisele nodded and curled her arms around his neck, keeping her gaze firmly fixed upon his face even as he covered her face with slow, gentle kisses. Suddenly, a rich feeling began to blossom within her…a wondrous feeling. She clung to Nigel, wrapping herself around him as he whispered husky words of encouragement before a blinding wave of intense feeling swept over her and she cried out his name….