It was rare for a leprechaun to be outsmarted by anyone, let alone a mortal, but this lass had sure as hell done it. He studied her delicate features and breathed in her flowery scent, the one of roses and jasmine. The very aroma that bewitched him in his sleepy state. He hadn’t planned on seducing her, but there was something about her that drew him in, called to him in a way he hadn’t experienced since... Anastasia. Guilt had filled him when he realized what he’d done. Declan felt as though he’d betrayed his wife even though she’d been gone for centuries. It was a ridiculous notion and yet that did not make it less real. He vowed to keep his promise to the woman and not lay another hand on her unless she invited it, and he suspected she’d not be asking any time soon. Perhaps, if he’d not been so deliciously distracted by her beauty, innocence and vulnerability he might have realized what she was going to wish for. Yet nothing could be done now, for she’d made her wish and it was his duty to honor it.
