Page 81 of Shadows of Eternity

“We have met before,” he said, lightly stroking her hair. “We will meet again.”

A shiver of excitement danced down her spine as he undressed her, removed his breechclout, and rose over her, a tall, handsome man with ebony hair and midnight eyes. He whispered to her, telling her not to be afraid. She cried his nameas she lifted her hips to receive him, sobbed with pleasure as he possessed her …

Leia woke abruptly to find Rohan standing beside the sofa, gazing down at her. “Did you do that?” she asked, sitting up.

“Do what?”

“Put those images in my mind?”

He shook his head as he dropped down beside her. “Your cry woke me. What were you dreaming about?”

“The Old West. I was on a wagon train and you and some other warriors attacked us. You carried me away. You said we’d met before and would meet again. And then you made love to me.”

He grunted softly. “Sorry I missed it.”

“What do you think it means?” she asked, looking troubled.

“It was just a dream, darlin’. I’m not sure it means anything.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“No.” He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Do you?”

“I didn’t, but now I’m not so sure. It all seemed so right, so familiar. I felt like I was really there, that I had seen it all before.”

He grinned as her stomach growled. “Why don’t you get something to eat while I shower and get dressed?”

Her gaze ran over him, openly admiring his broad shoulders and long legs. She loved everything about him—his scent, his touch, the sound of his voice, the tenderness she heard when he whispered her name, the way he looked at her, the masterful way he made love to her, branding her his. She was sure there were some women who would find that offensive, but she gloried in his possession. It made her feel loved, cherished, protected.

She slid her fingertips down his arm. “It seems a shame to cover up that gorgeous body.”

His laughter filled the room. “You can take my briefs off later, but right now, you need to get something to eat. And so do I. Meet you back here in an hour.”

With a sigh, Leia shuffled into the kitchen. She hadn’t been to the store recently and her choices for dinner were few. She settled on breakfast for dinner—French toast, bacon, and a glass of milk. She watched the news as she ate, but found her mind wandering to Janae. She wondered if Trent would give her Janae’s phone number, or at least let her call Janae on his phone. She couldn’t help worrying about her friend and the boys. Problem was, she didn’t have Trent’s phone number.

She cleared the table, loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, and put the pans in the sink to soak. As often happened when there was food around, she found herself thinking about Rohan. What would happen if he ate a hamburger or a slice of pizza, or drank a Coke?

“I’d be violently ill,” he said, coming up behind her. “My body can no longer process mortal food.”

She turned in his arms and linked her hands behind his neck. “Have you tried?”

He nodded. “Soon after I was turned.” He recalled the incident all too clearly. He’d been with a lovely young thing in Italy when she offered him a bite of lasagna. Foolishly, he had taken it. Minutes later, he’d fled the restaurant and been violently ill for two days. He’s sworn never again then and there.

“Maybe it would be different now.”

He grunted softly. “Maybe. But it’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

“That bad, huh?”

He shuddered with the memory. “You have no idea.”

“What are we going to tell my parents when we cut the cake and you don’t eat any?”

“Just tell them I’m allergic to eggs or whatever else cake is made of.”

“I guess that would work. You weren’t gone very long.”

“I couldn’t wait for you to undress me,” Rohan said with a sly grin. “Have you ever made love on a kitchen table?”

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