He pushed off the tree and started walking toward her and Della, but she felt him moving right at her as if she and she alone was his destination. Not that he hurried; his gait was slow, but confident. Her stomach fluttered and she could feel her hands start to sweat.

Della leaned her head down and whispered, "You do know a were can smell your pheromones, don't you?"

Friggin' great, she thought, but then realized that while she couldn't control being attracted to him, it didn't mean she had to act on those feelings.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one polluting the air right now."

Kylie hadn't purposely dressed to draw his attention. Had she?

The pink scooped-neck tee didn't give more than a hint of cleavage. Sure it fit snug enough, but most of her clothes did since she'd grown a cup size. The color was feminine, but could she help it that she liked pink? Her shorts were cutoff jeans, nothing too short, her shoes just plain white tennis shoes worn over pink socks that matched her shirt. And the only makeup she wore was mascara and lip gloss.

Lucas stopped in front of her. Crazy, how he smelled like the outdoors; fresh, earthy with a hint of mint.

"I'm here." She tried to appear unaffected by his presence.

"Good," he said, and there was a softness to his tone.

Their gazes met and held a second. Her heart picked up speed.

Della waved her hand at Kylie as if to say she was feeling like a third wheel. "Did you want me to stay?"

Kylie's yes and Lucas's no chimed out at the same time.

"Sorry," Lucas said, not sounding so sorry as he looked at Della. "But I need Kylie's full attention to teach her, and you would just distract her."

"Right," Della said in a tone of complete disbelief.

Lucas frowned at the vamp.

"Okay," Della said. "I'll just mosey along." She focused on Kylie. "Call me when you're ready to go and I'll come back when you're finished."

"I'll walk her to the cabin," Lucas said.

"I'll call you when I'm done," Kylie said.

Della took off, leaving them alone. Kylie looked at the water for a second and tried to find the strength to get through the next hour.

* * *Neither of them spoke for several minutes. She continued to stare at the water and she could feel him staring at her. The butterflies playing bumper cars in her stomach revved their engines and went into high gear. Taking a deep breath, telling herself she was being silly, she faced him. "Where do we start?"

"Let me get the supplies out." He went back to the tree where a big cloth bag rested beside the trunk.

He pulled out a towel from the bag and then shook it out on the ground. Reaching into the bag again, he pulled out a sword. She recognized it immediately as the one stalking her. Something close to a shiver spiraled up her spine. But not fear, something else. Like some crazy form of recognition.

Lucas rested it on the towel. Just the way he carried the weapon spoke of respect, reverence. She hadn't even realized he knew how to use a sword. Perhaps the topic of fighting and such just didn't come up in their conversations.

Kylie moved closer and watched as he pulled out a second sword, a little different, but similar. The size and shape seemed almost the same and it had the same look of antiquity.

Did another one just magically appear? "Where did that one come from?" she asked.

He glanced up. "This one's mine. When I got the books for Burnett I also brought my sword."

"Where did you get a sword?" Kylie asked.

"It's a family heirloom. It's been in my family for a long, long time. My grandfather actually gave it to me before he died."

She noticed again that the swords sort of looked the same. "Were they crusaders or holy warriors?' He grinned up at her-one of his sexy bad-boy smiles. And damn if her toes didn't curl inside her tennis shoes at that smile. She remembered feeling that smile against her lips. Tasting it. Loving it.

"Actually, they were Vikings. I'm told that they were the Robin Hoods of their kind, not the murdering pirates, but I wouldn't swear on it."

She brushed her sweaty palms on her back pockets. "Has Burnett had a chance to look at the books yet?

Did he learn anything useful?"

He reached back in the bag and pulled out two wooden swords. "I saw him right after lunch and he said he was still making his way through them."

"Have you read the books?" Kylie asked.

"Yeah. When my grandfather was giving me lessons, I devoured them. I used to pretend to be a holy warrior." His smile brightened. "Saving damsels in distress."

She could see him playing that role. She remembered when they were kids and he'd caught the rock that the bullies had thrown at her. At six, she'd considered him a hero.

At sixteen, she considered him a heartbreaker.

"Okay," he said. "Here's my plan. First I'm going to teach you how to hold the sword, and then to do some very simple defensive moves. Then we'll actually spar for a while."

He picked up her sword and moved behind her. She immediately swung around.

"Turn around, I want to guide you on how to hold it."

"Why can't you just show me?"

He frowned. "This is how my grandfather taught me. Please, turn around."

She frowned right back at him, but she swung around. Then she held her breath and waited for his touch. Waited to feel his body against hers.