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"Hope you’re not looking for a star, Griain," he vowed fervently

Adrienne gasped, as at precisely that moment a tiny white speck sparked and sputtered, then traced a doard spiral across the sky "Ohstar!" She squeezed her eyes shut and wished fiercely

"What did you just wish?" he growled down at her, rigid with tension

When she opened her eyes again, she said saucily, "I can’t tell It’s against the rules"

"What did you just wish?" he roared

"My, aren’t we superstitious?" she teased with a slowered down at her as sheover her shoulder, she flashed hirin "Brace yourself, Grimm I will tell you this erous it is to be throwing idle wishes about, lass!" he thundered

"Oh, this one wasn’t idle at all," she called cheerfully before the door swung closed On the rooftop of Dalkeith, Grimm sank to his knees and stared up into the sky, desperately seeking another wishing star … just in case

Adrienne’s gown rustled as she slipped down the corridor Lydia had told her where she y s her husband hadn’t bothered to mention to her Such as the fact that he’d destroyed her beloved nursery, the one she’d lain awake fantasizing about when she’d been stranded in the twentieth century So that here he’d rushed off to looking so worried about "the scant few months left" She entered the nursery so silently, Hawk did not hear her approach

She traced her fingers lightly and lovingly over an exquisitely carved doll and paused

He was kneeling beside a cradle, rubbing oil into the ith a soft cloth Clad only in the blues and silvers of his kilt, his dark hair fell forward in a silky wave The nursery was agloith dozens of oil globes, casting his powerful torso a glea bronze His eyes were narrowed in concentration and the muscles in his arainst the jaer furnishings Many of the toys were back, but all the cradles and beds were all gone What phenoh him!

"I suppose I should feel flattered," she said softly

His head jerked up guiltily