Entranced by Nora Roberts

you’re accepting the fact that David’s in Georgia?”
    “It means I’m not taking any chances. If I was sure, I’d go myself.”
    “When you are, and when you do, I’ll go with you.”
    “Right.” And there would be reports of frost in hell. There was nothing else she could do tonight, Mel thought. But she had a good beginning. Which was more, she was forced to admit, than she’d had before Sebastian had come along. “Is this head business of yours, this ESP, like what they study at Columbia, places like that?”
    He had to smile. It was simply her nature to try to logic out the intangible. “No. Not quite. What you’re referring to is that added sense most people have—to some extent—and usually chose to ignore. Those littleflashes of insight, premonition, déjà vu. What I am is both less and more.”
    She wanted something more tangible, more logical, but she doubted she’d get it. “Seems pretty weird to me.”
    “People are often frightened by what they consider weird. There have been times throughout history when people have been frightened enough to hang or burn or drown those who seemed different.” He studied her carefully, his hand still over hers on the rail. “But you aren’t frightened, are you?”
    “Of you?” Her laugh was quick. “No, I’m not scared of you, Donovan.”
    “You may be before it’s done,” he said, half to himself. “But I often feel it’s best to live in the present, no matter what you know about tomorrow.”
    Mel flexed her lingers, nearly gasping at a sudden flash of heat that seemed to jump from his palm into her hand. His face remained calm.
    “You like horses.”
    “What?” Uneasy, she pulled her hand free. “Yeah, sure. What’s not to like?”
    “Do you ride?”
    She moved her shoulders. The heat was gone, but her hand felt as though she’d held it too close to a candle flame. “I’ve been on one before. Not in the last few years, though.”
    Sebastian said nothing, but the stallion’s head came up, as if he’d heard a signal. He trotted over to the fence, pawing the ground.
    “This one looks like he’s got a temper.” But, even as she said it, Mel was laughing and reaching out to touch. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?”
    “He can be a handful,” Sebastian commented. “But he can also be gentle if he chooses. Psyche’ll be foaling in a few weeks, so she can’t be ridden. But if you’d like, you can take a turn on Eros.”
    “Sometime, maybe.” She dropped her hand before the temptation to take him up on it here and now proved too much to resist. “I’d better get going.”
    He nodded before the temptation to ask her to stay, to stay with him, proved too much to resist. “Trackingdown Parkland that quickly was good work.”
    She was surprised enough to flush a little at the compliment. “It was routine. If I can trace the route to David, that’ll be good work.”
    “We’ll start in the desert.” And soon, he thought. Very soon. “Sutherland, how about the movies?”
    She blinked. “Excuse me?”
    “I said how about the movies.” He shifted his body toward hers, only the slightest bit. Mel couldn’t have said why the movement seemed so much like a threat. Or why the threat seemed so exciting. “Tomorrow night,” he continued. “My cousins and I are going. I think you might find my family interesting.”
    “I’m not much on socializing.”
    “This would be worth your while.” He vaulted the fence as gracefully as Ana had, but this time Mel didn’t think of a deer. She thought of a wolf. Now, without the fence between them, the threat, and the excitement, ripened. “A couple of hours of entertainment—to clear your mind. Afterward, I think you and I might have somewhere to go.”
    “If you’re going to talk in riddles, we won’t get anywhere.”
    “Trust me on this.” He cupped a hand on her cheek. His fingers lay there as lightly as butterfly wings, but she found it impossible to brush them away.