She glanced up to see Cam stride in, followed by Rob MacLean, who paused at the door. His amber gaze perused the room until it landed on her. She’d hardly seen him since the night they’d met at the cave. But she’d dreamed about him, and a flush prickled over her body as she remembered his lips, soft and supple, gliding over her skin in her dream as she’d stroked the dips and curves of his muscular arms and shoulders. She’d already had an odd afternoon, filled as it had been with honesty and lined with compassion for the woman who’d been so wretchedly mistreated. But when she locked eyes with Robert MacLean, a whole host of new emotions burst through and then exploded in a shower of bright sparks. When his gaze collided with hers, a million tiny burning lights settled over her heart. She sighed with the beauty of it. She felt trust . . . comfort, relief, excitement, and fascination with the man who’d followed her betrothed into the cottage. As impossible as it was, how freeing, how wonderful it felt, when she’d thought she’d never experience any of those emotions again.
