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subtle move she made, her body pressed against his in a way that was far too intimate. He wanted her, he couldn’t remember wanting anyone quite so much, and he was sure she would have noticed his attraction.
    A look of surprise lifted her eyebrows. “That’s not what I was expecting to hear.”
    He let his hand fall away from the silken strands of her hair. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
    Caspian’s hand touched the desk and his head was filled with images of another night years ago and what had happened on the desk. Skin and sweat. Clothing being peeled off in a rush to find satisfaction . Driven by lust his heart pumped a little harder.
    It was the house.
    It was what he was seeing.
    He looked at Lydia.
    Hell, it was the woman.
    “Will you get in trouble?”
    He paused before answering. She meant with work, but he was thinking about the Grey who’d been making threats. Not that he could explain how he was mixed up in a deadly game of fairy politics. He hadn’t lied to her about his lack of social standing… in the human world. The fairy world was a whole other festering kettle of fish.
    “Depends. Are you seducing me to get a favorable valuation?”
    That could be a problem if someone thought he was fiddling the figures. Surely no one could contest a will that left the estate to the only child and grandchild?
    “I didn’t seduce you.” She gave him a halfhearted push. “I merely took advantage of an opportunity.”
    Had he looked like he wanted to be kissed? Had it been that obvious every time he looked at her?
    “Okay then.” He nodded, then placed another kiss on her mouth, taking the opportunity to kiss the beautiful woman in his arms, before she changed her mind and realized that he was not the kind of man she wanted. His tongue traced her lower lip just once, then he drew back before the temptation took hold. The echoes of what had happened previously on the desk still filled his mind with possibilities he hadn’t wanted to explore in a while. That he shouldn’t be thinking about exploring now. He didn’t want to risk dragging Lydia into his problems. Maybe it was too late. He was here and for all he knew Shea had followed him. He was sure there was a Grey in the house, not that he’d seen it… but there was something. Something more than a photo of a fairy in the living room.
    “Okay.” She didn’t move away.
    He didn’t care. If he had to come back here every night for the next year because they kept getting distracted, it would be worth it and much better than being in his empty house. Lydia’s childhood had been odd like his, and while he couldn’t talk about it, she could and it made him feel a little less strange that even humans without fairy blood could have bizarre families.
    The pause stretched out as if neither of them was willing to end the moment and yet neither was sure how to move forward.
    He tilted his head at the laptop. “I should keep going.”
    “Right.” She looked at him as if she was about to change her mind. He knew if she offered he wouldn’t refuse. She was under his skin and he wanted her to dig deeper. Then he remembered what would happen if she did dig deeper. He’d have to tell her about his real father, about psychometry and fairies. The heat in his blood cooled. He didn’t know how to tell her the truth. He’d never told anyone.
    Above them came the sound of soft, scuttling footsteps. Caspian looked up.
    “It’s just the ghost.”
    If that was a ghost, he’d give Shea his soul and the damn mirror. He knew what small fairy footsteps sounded like. And since Dylis wasn’t here, and there were no Brownies here, that only left a Grey. No wonder no one had ever seen the ghost. Only those with fairy blood could see fairies—unless the fairies chose to reveal themselves. Until now he hadn’t seen or heard a thing, which meant it had been hiding. Why? And why was it here? He couldn’t sense anything fairy-made here that would attract it. Usually