Sinister Intentions & Confiscated Conception by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-02-14T12:49:34+00:00

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“Mom! Come on! Justin has to be there on time!”

Kit turned away from the mirror as Mike came bolting into the room. She had to smile. He was so excited—and so cute in his Viking costume.

“I’m coming. Right now, I promise.”

Kit quickly put her lipstick on and dropped the tube into her purse. She glanced at her watch; she was running late. A bit ridiculous, she admitted sheepishly, especially when she’d had all day to get ready. But Justin had reminded her that he meant to drive to Dublin in the morning, and though she had thought about telling him to make the trip alone, she had decided that she needed to get out of the area for a while. So she had spent the day packing, then making a few adjustments to Mike’s costume. And then she’d spent too long in the shower. So now it was nearly eight, and she was still dressing.

“Ready?” Mike demanded.

“Ready,” she promised him. She took his hand and led him out.

At the top of the stairway, she paused. For one giddy moment she was afraid to see Justin. This was dress-up. What if she went downstairs and found him wearing the cloak and mask? She would surely scream and slide into madness.

“Kit! Mike!”

He came into view. He was dressed very much as she was, in comfortable blue jeans and a V-neck sweater. Teal. Almost the color of his eyes.

Kit and Mike walked down the stairs. Justin let Mike walk ahead of them to the door and caught Kit’s hand, pulling her back. “Don’t leave me, Kit. Not for a second. Not tonight.”

She lowered her head, then nodded. It was All Hallows’ Eve...an eerie night—especially here. She had no intention of leaving his side.

Justin drove away from the castle and the cottage, toward the southeast. Kit tried to get her bearings. They were going behind the forest that lay south of the cliffs. Not very far away at all. In fact, they were only a short walk from the cottage.

“The land is cleared there,” Justin told Mike, smiling at him via the rearview mirror.

“So the fire will be safe, right?”

“Right.”

Their dimples were alike, Kit noticed. They both smiled in the same way, with those wonderful dimples, with that hint of mischief in their eyes.

“Was your mother blond?” she suddenly heard herself ask. She felt suddenly shy, but very curious.

Justin glanced her way with a devilish smile. “Nearly platinum,” he assured her.

And then they were there.

Cars were parked all along the rolling hills that led to a vast plateau. There were people everywhere, chatting, laughing. Kit could already hear the pipes, and delicious smells were coming from various food stands. Dancers in emerald-green gowns were performing on a stage at the rear, while a juggler dressed as a clown paused in front of Mike, delighting him with his expertise, then passing on.

Kit felt a little ashamed to think that she had once wondered whether this celebration wasn’t some type of pagan rite involving the whole village.

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