It's finally here, my friends! I hope you are as excited as I am about this final installment in the Heaven's Gate Series. It's been a pleasure to write these books, and they are dear to my heart.

She’s pregnant, being stalked, and out of options.

He’s been rejected by the girl he loves, yet he's determined to be the one who protects her.

When a rustle of leaves sounded behind her, Ainsley turned to see Dal coming down the path. Her stomach flipped. Her eyes drank in every movement of his lithe, sensual body. Did he even know how mesmerizing he was with his thigh muscles moving beneath those trim jeans when he picked up each foot to walk forward?

He was wearing a red, sleeveless T-shirt, and those muscled arms were swinging at his side in a natural, unhurried swagger that most male models would die for. Add that sexy as sin smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes, and the dedicated focus as if you were the only person in the world, and it made a girl want to run and jump into those strong arms. No wonder women were always chasing him.

But dammit, he didn’t have to enjoy it so much.

Suddenly, she slid off the rock and tried to stand up, her breath quickening as her errant thoughts flashed back to her midnight ride in the hayloft at Neamh. Paul Revere’s midnight ride had been just as dangerous, but in a completely different way than her riding Dal had been. Her palms started to sweat as she tried to block those images out of her mind. She needed to get back to camp, back to where she wouldn’t be alone with the man coming towards her in the thickening twilight.

Because she couldn’t trust herself.

As she put her foot down to turn around the edge of the rock, her ankle twisted on a loose stone, and she felt herself falling toward the edge of the water. In a flash, Dal was there, grabbing her up and keeping her from hitting the ground. Then he turned her around and scooped her up into his arms.

“Careful there, lass, ye could hurt yereself,” he said softly.

Ainsley tried to speak, but the touch of his arms around her, the scent of her vanilla shower gel on his body, and the sight of his hungry eyes devouring her were destroying her sanity. “My…my ankle,” she finally croaked, praying he would put her down before she attacked his face with kisses. He had said that all bets were off if she broke and kissed him first. She had to resist the irresistible.

“Let me see,” he replied, setting her down on the rock and kneeling in front of her, much to her relief.

“Okay.”

But then he took off her tennis shoe and sock. Ainsley groaned when he engulfed her foot in his big, warm hand while using the fingers of his other hand to touch her all over that foot. Wouldn’t you know it? Her foot must be an erogenous area all its own because his touch was sending a seductive reaction throughout her entire body, including, you guessed it, her nipples.

She folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to hide her breasts, and she tried to control her breathing. The most galling part was that it didn’t appear to have the same effect on him. Dal was nothing if not thorough, the vet side of him coming out in his care of a wounded creature.

That being her at the moment.

“I don’t feel anything broken, and it’s not swelling, so I think you just turned it. It may be tender for a day or two, though. Then he looked up at her.

“T-That’s good,” she panted, trying to pull her foot out of his grasp and stop panting like an animal in heat. She prayed for complete darkness to descend immediately. Anything to hide her feelings from him. “I’ll just put my shoe back on then.”

Dal held onto her foot. “I’ll do it,” he murmured, studying her flushed face curiously, and then dropping his eyes to stroll down to her bosom. One eyebrow shot up, and a wicked grin lifted the corners of his mouth. Quick as a wink, he dropped her foot, spread her legs, and cupped her lady parts with one big hand.

“Yer feet are sensitive to touch,” he drawled. “I’ll be sure to remember that in the future.”

“Get off me.” She tried to throw him off the scent as he withdrew his hand from the dampness in her panties that they both knew was there. “The rock is damp from the humidity in the evening air, that’s all,” she snapped, slapping her legs together. “Just hand me my shoe and sock, I’ll put them on.”

“Little liar,” he replied with a soft chuckle. Abruptly, he picked up her sock and shoe and put them back on her foot, then stood and pulled her up from the rock. “Let’s get back to camp. Fels wants to make s’mores, and she sent me to get you.”

Ainsley was relieved, her body still trembling. “I’m not lying,” she protested in a last-ditch effort to convince him. He just grabbed her hand and began gently helping her up the path.

“Keep it up and ye’ll lie yerself right into a 'we’ll settle up later' situation, little girl,” he warned. “We both know the truth, so let’s leave it at that. Panty checks don’t lie.”

Ainsley wanted the last word, but she didn’t know quite what that was, so she just huffed and allowed him to guide her behind him. How dare he touch her so intimately as if he had a right to do so? As if he owned her? One wild ride under a moonlit night did not make her his property.

“Just keep yer hands to yerself in the future,” she muttered balefully at his broad back. He didn’t acknowledge her verbal swipe at him, and she resented that, too. She was ready to fight, but the wooden spoon loomed in her mind, and self-preservation kicked in. She refused to acknowledge the real source of her frustration.

She was out of control where Dal was concerned, and she hated that more than anything.

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