Rory Shaunnessey stood silently, not daring to move or to breathe as he watched the woodland goddess hurry away. He wanted to call out to her to stop, to wait, to stay with him. He could grant her wish she’d cast into the well if only she would give him the chance.
He followed her home, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows, wanting to make sure she was safe. He knew who she was of course. Everyone knew Siobhan’s granddaughter had come back to Ireland to live.
Meghan. Her name was as lush and beautiful as the woman herself. He wished he had a better view of her face, but the view he’d had of her body had been more than enough to tempt a saint. And if he knew anything at all, it was that no one would ever mistake him for a saint.BUY FROM ELLORA'S CAVE