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  It was nearly breakfast.

  He frowned, noticing the amethyst globe was sitting on his nightstand. He did not want to look at it, did not want to be reminded of what it represented. The Millicent he wanted would be gone now, back to wherever she had come from.

  Heavy-footed, he dressed with all the enthusiasm of a pot-bellied pig. Morning light trickled in through the windows, turning the dull throb of his headache into a sharp sting. He plodded down the hallway and stairs, determined to leave the house immediately and get to the warehouse.

  He was almost out the door when Samson interrupted him from behind. “Mrs. Blackwood wishes to have a word with you in the parlor, sir.”

  Warden hung his head and sighed. Not only did his head hurt, his heart was breaking. “How does she seem?”

  “From what I’ve gathered, she had little sleep last night and is in a foul mood.”

  Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

  The thud of his boots matched the pounding of his heart as he made his way to the parlor. As he rounded the corner, he caught her sitting stiffly on a loveseat. Not a single piece of her hair was unruly, nor was she improperly dressed as he had found her the night of her birthday party. By all means, this was the real Millicent Blackwood.

  He would do anything to get the new Millicent back. Anything.

  She looked up and stared at him. Not a flicker of heat in her eyes, nor a hint of a smile. Her nose flared, and she made a disgusted face. “You smell like a tavern.”

  “And you should mind—”

  She lifted her palm, cutting him short, then stood up and approached him. “You didn’t wait up for me last night.”

  How could she know—?

  “I decided I have no need for that silly globe, so I brought it back to your room to give it to you. But you were wasted in bed. I sat up all night watching over you, and you, selfish and childishly, would’ve left here without giving me a kiss goodbye.”

  Warden’s jaw dropped when Millicent trailed her hand down his waist and gripped his cock. “That is no way to treat a lady.”

  He gazed down at her, trying to decipher who she was. Either the real Millicent had come back with a vengeance, or his beautiful stranger was playing with him. There could be only one reason why she would give him the globe…or grip his cock like she owned him.

  The corners of his mouth lifted. His heart pounded and his nerves twitched. “Who are you?”

  Millicent’s eyes glinted flirtatiously. “Why don’t you take off your pants and find out…my love.”

  Warden let out a holler fit to wake the dead. Millicent giggled then shrieked as Warden reached round and smacked her lush bottom. Then he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He should take her to the privacy of her room, but he did not care.

  “Samson, make sure nobody interrupts us.”

  His most trusted man came to the threshold, his smile knowing, and closed the doors behind him.

  A short time later, as Warden had Millicent’s naked thighs wrapped around his waist, he heard Samson say to somebody, “Mr. Blackwood is busy dealing with urgent business.”

  Warden stared down at his beautiful wife. Yes, she was urgent business, most definitely. And she was all his, thanks to an elder gypsy, and a magical, amethyst globe.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Shady Grace makes Northern Ontario, Canada her home, where the bush is so thick you can't see two feet past the tree line. Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery, independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and action-filled plots. Shady believes love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than cheesecake.

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