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Where’s the dessert? I’ll have to leave soon.”
    “Coward,” he said with a smile. “Wait here.”
    Hakan warmed the apple pie slices and put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on both. Then he took the plates to the great room.
    “Apple pie and ice cream. Don’t tell me Lonato bakes, too.”
    “Not often. Our cleaning lady cooked this. She’s very good.”
    They sat in a comfortable silence as they ate their dessert and finished the coffee. He took the plates and mugs to the kitchen and returned. “You can stay here tonight and go home in the morning. You can use my bedroom. I’ll bunk in the spare room.”
    “I’m tempted. I was more tired than I thought. What I really need is a place to be alone and where I can shape-shift without being seen.”
    “Stay tonight and I’ll show you Sahale’s place tomorrow. He won’t mind if you stay there. I’ll let him know. You can remain as long as you want.”
    “I can’t be gone more than twenty-four hours. I really don’t have even that much time. Still, if I don’t rest and let my body rejuvenate, I’ll never be able to help when the next attack occurs.”
    “You’re being sensible. Follow me down this hall on the right.” He opened a door to another large room with a king-size bed in the middle against the back wall. It faced a row of windows looking out at the prairie and mountains.
    “I can sleep in the spare room.”
    “It’s not made up. I’ll fix it up for me. You go on and get into bed. You can lock the door if it will make you feel safer.”
    She stared into his eyes. “I’m beginning to trust you. I’ll leave the door unlocked as a test.”
    “You are a formidable lady.” Hakan moved closer and pulled her into his arms. “And I need a good-night kiss.” He tipped her chin and slowly leaned down to taste her lips. They were soft, and when she opened her mouth, he swept his tongue inside. She tasted of cinnamon and coffee. Her warm softness curled against his well-muscled body, and her lush breasts pushed against his chest.
    He wanted her bad. His hands slipped from her waist and back to cup her firm buttocks. She moaned and kissed him harder but then pulled back.
    “It’s time for me to go to bed.”
    “And for me to take a cold, cold shower.” Hakan went out and shut the door firmly behind him.

Chapter Three

    Gala was nervous about meeting with Pearce. He’d aroused her body. She ached to have him kiss and touch her more. She’d never had sex, and this might be her only opportunity. But could she trust him?
    She went home and sat in her bedroom. Deep inside, she knew she’d meet with Pearce. The temptation was too strong.
    Dressed in her best jeans, a silky blue top, and her better boots, she went to the barn. The dim light and the familiar odors of hay and horses made her feel nostalgic. She saddled the mare she’d used earlier in the day. Once in the saddle, she rode out of the barn.
    I have a feeling Pearce can be dangerous, and I don’t trust him. Do I want to experience having sex so badly that I’ll risk my life? Yes, just this once I want to feel attractive and desired.
    She urged the mare onward before she lost her nerve. The sun was setting, and gold and pink colors lit up the mountainside. Fresh pine scent and the smell of cut grass wafted across on the gentle breeze. As she rode, her heart pumped faster. She wasn’t sure whether it was from excitement or fear.
    Pearce greeted her at the tree line. “You’re late. I was beginning to worry. Follow me. I have our secluded rendezvous spot hidden behind the thickest trees.”
    He’d spread a thick blanket over the pine needles and had a small flashlight lit to cast a soft glow around the area. On a small piece of wood, he’d set two glasses filled with sparkling wine.
    When they had ridden all the way into the area amongst the large trees, he put his hands around her waist and lifted her down. When her feet touched the ground, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed