"He thinks I'm kidding," Rhia muttered to the brass lion's head on the door.

She pushed the door open all the way, then leaned her back against it and watched him as she waited for him to pass through it ahead of her, chin lifted in unspoken challenge.

He hesitated…almost reached for her…almost touched her. Almost asked the questions he knew she expected, with that look of defiance that couldn't quite hide the vulnerability underneath. But then something-the chill stale wash of air from the closed-up castle, the musty smell of abandonment, perhaps-reminded him of where he was and why he'd come there, and the questions floated away like cobwebs to the back rooms of his mind.

Rhia pushed away from the door and closed it carefully behind her, enclosing them in gloomy darkness that was only slightly diluted by the pale light slipping through the cracks in dusty draperies and the panes of stained glass high in the stone wall above the entrance doors. Feeling vaguely abandoned, she tucked her hands in her jacket pockets and ambled unhurriedly after Nikolas, who was working his way down the vast hall, jerking doors open and looking briefly into rooms.

"What are we looking for?" she asked when she caught up with him. peering over his shoulder at a gray darkness filled with the ghostly shapes of shrouded furniture.

"You remind me of a small child on a long road trip," he said tartly, narrowed eyes still studying what appeared to be a lady's sitting room. He pulled the door shut, shot her a look and mimicked a child's falsetto: "Are we there yet?"

"Oh, very amusing." She folded her arms on her chest and gave him a quelling look. "However, I ask because we are trespassing, and our ride is going to be coming back to pick us up soon, and whatever it is we're here to do, I suggest we get it done quickly. Oh, yeah-and did I mention I'm starving? And that I tend to get bitchy when I'm hungry?"

His soft laughter reached for her in the gloom, then his arms and his warm mouth. "Sorry, luv…" The words of remorse brushed her cheek like a caress, and she melted inside. Her arms found their way around his waist all by themselves. His arms crisscrossed her back and he wrapped her close against him so that she felt the slight jerking of his body when he laughed. "I'm a pig…an absolute prick. I forgot. Of course we should eat something. Where did I leave the bloody duffel?"

"It's back there…by the door." Her reply was muffled against his shoulder, and she released a long, uneven breath that snuggled her even more comfortably against him. Hunger forgotten for the moment, she felt a strange reluctance to let go, a premonition, perhaps, of a future she dreaded and didn't want to acknowledge. A future without him. A shudder rippled through her, and tears burned the backs of her eyes.

Low blood sugar, she told herself. With clenched teeth and willpower, she pulled herself away from him and half ran back across the hall to retrieve the duffel bag from where Nikolas had thoughtlessly dropped it on a huge mirrored hall tree just inside the entrance.

When she returned with the bag, Nikolas had seated himself on a step about halfway up one side of a matched pair of curving staircases that rose like gracefully spread wings to a second-floor landing. As she mounted the stairs to join him, she could feel his eyes drawing her in, almost like a guiding hand. Her eyes had adjusted to the dimness, and in that shadowy light his face looked grave and bleak.

She halted a few steps below him. her eyes on a level with his and a cold, undefined fear coiling in her stomach. "Nik, what-"

"Shh…" He took the duffel bag from her and patted the stairstep beside him. "Food first. Questions later. Let's see what sort of goodies our Elliot has squirreled away."

"You want to eat here?" She was eying the dusty steps.

Nikolas had the bag open and was sorting through its contents. "Good a spot as any. The whole place is dust and cobwebs… Ah-look what we have here. Something called… Cheese Doodles. D'you suppose they actually have cheese in them? That would be protein. I suppose."

"Gimme." Rhia snatched the bag from his hands and plunked herself down on the step below his. squeamishness and premonitions both, for the moment, forgotten. "Oh, my God," she breathed as she tore open the bag and inhaled the familiar smell, "do you have any idea how long it's been since I've eaten a Cheese Doodle?"

"None whatsoever," he murmured as she popped a handful of the dusty orange crunchies into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, shutting out his expression of horrified fascination.

She opened her eyes and dusted her fingers on her pants, leaving orange-ish streaks. "Mmm-mmm-that was tasty- I used to love these things. What else is there?"

"What? Oh-yes, of course…" Tearing his gaze from her mouth, he dug once more into the bag. "Well. okay, here's something else for you, peanut butter crackers."

"Mmf-hand 'em over. I love peanut butter."

"Of course you do. You're an American. Ah-here's something for me-crisps! That's chips to you, I suppose. Hmm… onion-flavored-not my favorite, but beggars can't be choosers, can they? Oh, and look-the fellow has a sweet tooth, it seems. Here's a tin of biscuits."

"Biscuits? Oh-right. You mean cookies. Goody-hand 'em over." She licked her lips, wiped more orange Cheese Doodle dust on her pants leg and reached for the red plaid tin of Scottish shortbread cookies. Wonder of wonders-they were dipped in chocolate.

He laughed and held the cookies out of her reach. "You are a little glutton, aren't you? Sorry-no dessert until you've had your dinner…" He leaned down and kissed her, just in time to catch her mouth opening in protest.

She felt the kiss all the way down to her toes. Had she ever craved a man's touch so much? If she had. she couldn't recall it. Her head fell back and the world tilted…

Nikolas lifted his head, licked his lips and said thoughtfully. "Hmm…I believe I'm actually acquiring a taste for Cheese Doodles. Let me just see…"

He lowered his mouth to hers again, his hand gentle on her arched throat, lips and tongue firm and clever as they tasted the cheese dust clinging to her lips in teasing nibbles. It tickled, but she felt no desire to laugh. She wanted him with a boundless yearning that made those unfamiliar tears prick at her eyelids again, and helpless anger rise quivering into her chest. And what was this crying thing all of a sudden? She wasn't a crier-never had been. She'd been eighteen years old the last time she'd cried.

A chuckle jerked beneath the hand she'd placed, without realizing it, against his chest. Words whispered softly across her lips. "Mmm…lovely. Wonder if it works with peanut butter as well…"

She pushed hard against his chest, contrary to her heart's desire. Laughing, she scolded in a voice that tried hard to be stern, "Sorry-no dessert until you've eaten your supper," and turned her face away so he couldn't see how desperately she wanted him to kiss her again…and again…and never stop.

"Ah-yes, I suppose you're right." He drew back, wearing a look of mock seriousness, though a grin of appreciation tugged at his lips and his gray eyes were alight with laughter.

Gazing at him, watching him pop open the bag of potato chips, Rhia felt bedazzled. She thought. If he wasn't born to be a head of state, he could be one anyway. With that charm, that charisma, in America he could be a movie star. Hungrily, she watched him put a chip in his mouth and chew, then lick the salt and crumbs from his lips, and she understood the impulse that had made him kiss her.

"You know," he said between munches, giving her an appraising, sideways look. "I must say I'm surprised. I never would have taken you for a junk-food junkie."

She swallowed a mouthful of Cheese Doodles and licked her fingers, then picked up the package of peanut butter crackers. She gave her head a little throwaway toss and said lightly, casually. "I'm not, anymore. Used to be, though. A bad habit I picked up in juvie."

"Juvie?"

"Juvenile detention-you know, jail for kids?" This moment had been inevitable from the beginning, she realized now, but that didn't mean she was prepared for it. She felt her heart racing, her nerves twitching, urging her to jump up and run away from it. Foolish thought; there was no running away from destiny.

"You're kidding."

She shook her head and concentrated on opening the package so she wouldn't have to see his face while she told him. "Nope. That's where I spent a good part of my teenage years, actually."

"What on earth for?"

"Truancy, running away, shoplifting-that sort of thing. I wasn't a good person, Nik. I ran away for the first time about…oh…three days after I got to my dad's house in Palm Beach. Got as far as the bus depot in Miami, that first time, before his security guys picked me up. After that he bribed me to stay-first it was a bicycle, then a wave runner…a scooter…you name it, I had it. I still ran away, though-every chance I got. So, eventually, I wound up in juvie." She shrugged and popped a cracker into her mouth, though her mouth was too dry already.

"And…the shoplifting?" His voice was gentle. She risked a glance at him and wished she hadn't; the sympathy and kindness in his eyes were almost her undoing.

She swallowed the bite of cracker, then took a breath that hurt her chest. "Ah. That. Well…when the running away didn't seem to be working. I thought I'd become a big enough pain in his ass that he'd be glad to get rid of me." She laughed harshly and threw him a bitter smile. "Didn't work, of course. That would have been admitting failure. My dad didn't believe in failure. So…" she wrapped up the remaining cracker in its cellophane packaging paper and began systematically crushing it to smithereens "…on the day I turned eighteen I left for good. Left everything-took some clothes and enough money for a bus ticket to Louisiana and to eat on until I could start earning a living, and that was all. I told my father I was an adult, and if he tried to stop me or come after me I'd get a restraining order." She dropped the pulverized cracker into the duffel bag and leaned back on her elbows, tilting her head back to glare up at him. "And, I know what you're thinking."