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396 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 1, 1997
Would he have as easy a time with her? He wondered if she would be likely to see him as a maternal figure. It was an entertaining notion. He usually managed to be all things to all the people in his flock— father, mother, child, and lover— all the while keeping his emotional distance. He might make a bet with Calvin, the one person here who really knew him, to see how long it would take him to subvert one angry young woman. He’d taken her mother, and he’d taken her money, all with the angelic innocence of a saint. He’d take Rachel as well.
She fought against it, but it was very strong, and sooner or later it would conquer her. That fear was entirely sexual, and he briefly wondered what had happened in her life to make her so frightened. And then he dismissed it. He didn’t care why she was frightened of sex, and of him. It only mattered that she was, and how he could use it to his best advantage.
He was usually kind and gentle with frail women. Nurturing with those who were suffering from emptiness and loss, filling them with serene, asexual comfort that soothed and healed. With Rachel Connery all he wanted to do was prod the wound and make her bleed.
The lights had been turned way down, as they were every night, and she had no idea he was watching her surreptitious approach. Odd, he would have thought she’d start to develop a sixth sense about him. As he had about her. He knew when she was nearby, he sensed her. Apparently she was better at fighting the obsession. Obsession. An ugly word, but curiously apt, and Luke wasn’t one to shy away from ugliness. Yes, he was obsessed by her. Too damned bad he couldn’t have chosen someone a little easier to fall in love with.
Things were in a sad state when a woman's fond fantasies of his decapitation made him horny, but Rachel did that to him.