Tempting the Highlander [antikvár]

'^ome on, baby. Give it to me, you sweet thing." Robbie MacBain came awake totally alert and battle-ready, with absolutely no idea what was going on. "That's it. Move for me, baby." What the hell? He had not gone to bed with a woman, so he shouldn't be hearing a husky, seductive voice in his ear. He knew he was in his bedroom at the farm, but, more important, he knew he was alone. "Just a little bit more, sweetie." Robbie sat bolt upright in bed and tried to see through the darkness. Nothing. No woman. Yet her voice had been quite distinct—and soft and sexy and close. "Come on," she whispered with fading patience. "I've got to get going. Oh, for God's sakes, just move!" At the squawking of several disgruntled hens, Robbie snapped his head toward the baby monitor on his night-stand. And he cursed, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed. The henhouse.