A frown marred her brow. “Entirely too good.” She sipped wine, slid lower in the tub. “That’s the core of the problem. I’m used to following directions, so everyone’s startled that I’ve taken a detour.”

She set the book aside, idly lifted a leg out of the water, skimmed a fingertip up her calf.

His mind moaned.

“No one’s more surprised than I am that I like detours. Adventures,” she added, and grinned over at him. “This is really my first adventure.” She eased up again, bubbles clinging to her breasts. She scooped up a handful and idly rubbed them up and down her arm.

She only laughed when he ran his tongue slowly from her elbow to her shoulder. “All in all, it’s been a hell of an adventure so far.”

She lingered in the tub for a half hour, innocently delighting him. The scent of her as she toweled off made him yearn. He found her no less alluring when she slipped into the flannel pajamas.

When she crouched to build up the bedroom fire, he nipped and nuzzled, making her giggle. The next thing she knew she was wrestling playfully with a wolf on the hearth rug. His breath tickled her throat. She rubbed his belly and made him rumble with pleasure. His tongue was warm and wet on her cheek. Breathlessly happy, she knelt to throw her arms around his neck, to hug fiercely.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I found you.” She pressed her cheek hard against his, locked her fingers in that silky fur. “Or did you find me?” she murmured. “It doesn’t matter. It’s so good to have a friend who doesn’t expect anything but friendship.”

She curled up with him to watch the fire, smiling at the pictures she found in the flames. “I’ve always liked doing this. When I was a little girl I was sure I saw things in the fire. Magic things,” she murmured, and settled her head on his neck. “Beautiful things. Castles and clouds and cliffs.” Her voice slurred as her eyes grew heavy. “Handsome princes and enchanted hills. I used to think I could go there, through the smoke and into the magic.” She sighed, drifted. “Now there are only shapes and light.”

And slept.

When she slept, he let himself be Liam, stroking her hair while he watched the fire she’d built. There was a way through the smoke and into the magic, he thought. What would she think if he showed her? If he took her there?

“But you’d have to come back to the other, Rowan. There’s no way for me to keep you. I don’t want to keep you,” he corrected, firmly. “But God, I want to have you.”