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  “If it’s an explanation, don’t bother,” she shot back. “You used me. Fine. But damn you, you didn’t have to take it as far as you did! Do you know how it makes me feel that I was such a fool to fall in love with you, when all you were doing was playing a game? Did it stroke your ego—”

  He put his hand across her mouth. Above his tanned fingers, her gray eyes sparked pure rage at him. He took a deep breath. “First and most important thing is: I love you. That wasn’t a game. I started falling the minute I saw you. I tried to stop it but—” He shrugged that away and got back to the important part. “I love you so much I ache inside. I’m not good enough for you, and I know it—”

  She swatted his hand aside, scowling at him. “What? I mean, I agree, after what you did, but—what do you mean?”

  He took her hand and was relieved when she didn’t pull away from him. “I’m adopted,” he said. “That part’s fine. It’s the best. But I don’t know who my biological parents are or anything about them. They—she—tossed me into the street and forgot about me. I grew up wild in the streets, and I mean literally in the streets. I don’t remember ever having a home until I was about fourteen, when I was adopted. I could come from the trashiest people on the planet, and probably do, otherwise they wouldn’t have left me to starve to death in the gutter. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but if you marry me, you have to know what you’ll be getting.”

  “What?” she said again, as if she couldn’t understand what he was telling her.

  “I should have asked you to marry me before,” he said, getting it all out. “But—hell, how could I ask anyone to marry me? I’m a wild card. You don’t know what you’re getting with me. I was going to let you go, but then I found out about the baby and I couldn’t do it. I’m selfish, Sunny. I want it all, you and our baby. If you think you can take the risk—”

  She drew back, such an incredulous, outraged look on her face that he almost couldn’t bear it. “I don’t believe this,” she sputtered, and slapped him across the face.

  She wasn’t back to full strength, but she still packed a wallop. Chance sat there, not even rubbing his stinging jaw. His heart was shriveling inside him. If she wanted to hit him again, he figured he deserved it.

  “You fool!” she shouted. “For God’s sake, my father was a terrorist! That’s the heritage I’m carrying around, and you’re worried because you don’t know who your parents were? I wish to hell I didn’t know who my father was! I don’t believe this! I thought you didn’t love me! Everything would have been all right if I’d known you love me!”

  Chance uttered a startled, profound curse, one of Nick’s really, really bad words. Put in those terms, it did sound incredibly trivial. He stared at her lovely, outraged face, and the weight lifted off his chest as if it had never been. Suddenly he wanted to laugh. “I love you so much I’m half crazy with it. So, will you marry me?”

  “I have to,” she said grumpily. “You need a keeper. And let me tell you one thing, Chance Mackenzie, if you think you’re still going to be jetting all over the world getting stabbed and shot at while you get your adrenaline high, then you’d better think again. You’re going to stay home with me and this baby. Is that understood?”

  “Understood,” he said. After all, the Mackenzie men always did whatever it took to keep their women happy.

  Epilogue

  Sunny was asleep, exhausted from her long labor and then the fright and stress of having surgery when the baby wouldn’t come. Her eyes were circled with fatigue, but Chance thought she had never been more beautiful. Her face, when he laid the baby in her arms, had been exalted. Until he died, he would never forget that moment. The medical personnel in the room had faded away to nothing, and it had been just him and his wife and their child.

  He looked down at the wrinkled, equally exhausted little face of his son. The baby slept as if he had run a marathon, his plump hands squeezed into fierce little fists. He had downy black hair, and though it was difficult to judge a newborn’s eye color, he thought they might turn the same brilliant gray as Sunny’s.

  Zane poked his head in the door. “Hi,” he said softly. “I’ve been sent to reconnoiter. She’s still asleep, huh?”

  Chance looked at his wife, as sound asleep as the baby. “She had a rough time.”

  “Well, hell, he weighs ten pounds and change. No wonder she needed help.” Zane came completely into the room, smiling as he examined the unconscious little face. “Here, let me hold him. He needs to start meeting the family.” He took the baby from Chance, expertly cradling him to his chest. “I’m your uncle Zane. You’ll see me around a lot. I have two little boys who are just itching to play with you, and your aunt Maris—you’ll meet her in a minute—has one who’s just a little older than you are. You’ll have plenty of playmates, if you ever open your eyes and look around.”

  The baby’s eyelids didn’t flicker open, even when Zane rocked him. His pink lips moved in an unconscious sucking motion.

  “You forget fast how little they are,” Zane said softly as he smoothed his big hand over the baby’s small round skull. He glanced up at Chance and grinned. “Looks like I’m still the only one who knows how to make a little girl.”

  “Yeah, well, this is just my first try.”

  “It’ll be your last one, too, if they’re all going to weigh ten pounds,” came a voice from the bed. Sunny sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes, and a smile spread across her face as she spied her son. “Let me have him,” she said, holding out her arms.

  There was a protocol to this sort of thing. Zane passed the baby to Chance, and Chance carried him to Sunny, settling him in her arms. No matter how often he saw it, he was always touched by the communion between mother and new baby, that absorbed look they both got as if they recognized each other on some basic, primal level.

  “Are you feeling well enough for company?” Zane asked. “Mom’s champing at the bit, wanting to get her hands on this little guy.”

  “I feel fine,” Sunny said, though Chance knew she didn’t. He had to kiss her, and even now there was that flash of heat between them, even though their son was only a few hours old. She pulled back, laughing a little and blushing. “Get away from me, you lech,” she said, teasing him, and he laughed.

  “What are you going to name him?” Zane demanded. “We’ve been asking for months, but you never would say. It can’t stay a secret much longer.”

  Chance trailed his finger down the baby’s downy cheek, then he put his arms around both Sunny and the baby and held them close. Life couldn’t get much better than this.

  “Wolf,” he said. “He’s little Wolf.”

  Mackenzie’s Magic

  By Linda Howard

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Her head hurt.

  The pain thudded against the inside of her skull, pounded on her eyeballs. Her stomach stirred uneasily, as if awakened by all the commotion.

  “My head hurts.” Maris Mackenzie voiced the complaint in a low, vaguely puzzled tone. She never had headaches; despite her delicate appearance, she possessed in full the Mackenzie iron constitution. The oddity of her condition was what had startled her into speaking aloud.

  She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t bother to look at the clock. The alarm hadn’t gone off, so it wasn’t time to get up. Perhaps if she went back to sleep the headache would go away.

  “I’ll get you some aspirin.”

  Maris’s eyes snapped open, and the movement made her head give a sickening throb.

  The voice was male, but even more startling, it had been right beside her; so close, in fact, that the man had only murmured the words and still his warm breath had stirred against her