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most attracted to him.
    The pretty bartender poured the drink, giving the woman a dark stare before she walked away to serve another customer.
    “Come here often?” the woman said.
    Skye glanced at her. “No. My first time, actually.”
    “First time to Yosemite? I love the wilderness. It’s so peaceful. My name is Gwen.”
    “Peace was exactly what I was after,” he said, smiling at her and extending his hand. “I’m Skye. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen.”
    Gwen was a short-haired brunette, dressed casually in snug clothes that hugged lovely curves. When her palm slipped against his, her aura calmed and brightened.
    “Skye. That’s a very unique name. Were your parents hippies?”
    Skye smiled. “No. Irish.”
    “Really? You don’t have an accent.” She sounded a little disappointed.
    “I catch less attention if I suppress it. But I’m happy to let it out a bit for such a pretty lass.” He put a little extra emphasis on the lilt. Gwen gave him a dazzling smile and her aura brightened tenfold. The accent always did it.
    “So, are you staying nearby?” she asked.
    “Just passing through, actually. I enjoy the solitude of driving these roads at night. I just stopped to stretch my legs and unwind before driving on.”
    “Hmm, I can understand that. I came to watch the sunrise from the Half Dome. I’m staying in the motel next door. It’s nice enough but you can’t beat the location.”
    “Ah, yes. That’s a spectacular sight. One of my favorite spots to watch the sunrise.” The spot itself held a special place for Skye. He smiled a secret smile at a particularly enticing memory of his closest friend, Garen, meeting him in the moonlight, his huge, white Guardian shape shifting to his human form atop the jutting rock. Sex by moonlight was sublime, but watching the sunrise together afterward had been even sweeter. The slow trickle of tourists murmuring around them hadn’t diminished the moment in the least. That had been shortly after their Ascension when they were still reveling in being awake and in the world again. Before the pressing obligation to find mates weighed them down.
    His conversation with Gwen continued, each little exchange offering subtle, impersonal details that carried more suggestive undertones. The bartender returned, refilling Gwen’s drink. Skye asked for another whisky. Gwen might not be an ideal mate—he could sense that already—but she was most definitely a perfect candidate to refill his well of depleted magic.
    “Did I hear you say you’re driving tonight?” the bartender asked. “Because one more of those and you might be in trouble. I might have to take your keys.”
    He’d been trying to avoid the woman’s prickly aura, but there was an undercurrent in it now that was a little more than envy for his conversation partner. A woman as attractive as she was shouldn’t have had trouble picking up any of the other men in the bar, yet she had more than a passing interest in him now. Maybe his accent had affected her, too? He would be a fool not to take advantage of it.
    “I can handle my whisky. Can you handle me?” he replied, meeting her gaze and smiling.
    When their eyes met, she flushed, and the invisible spikes of hostility she had been exuding abruptly stopped.
    “Is that an invitation?” she asked, easing closer and pointedly ignoring Gwen.
    “Only if you’re willing to share,” he said. With the words, he expelled a light breath, directing it at both women. He didn’t have the powerful seductive skills of a Red, but his blue smoke was every bit as capable of planting a seed of emotion that would sprout and bloom into full-blown lust if he did everything else right.
    “I don’t know about this …”
    Skye turned his attention to Gwen. Her uncertainty threatened to dampen her already potent arousal from their innuendo-laced conversation. He enjoyed a subtle partner as much as an overt one. One of each would be even more than he’d hoped for