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masked intruder. Second, because his image was so vivid she wasn’t sleep. Slipping from beneath him, she faced him, albeit awkwardly because of the reclined chair, but had to see this man that had taken liberties with her while she was sleep.
    Not sleep. Her mind taunted.
    “What do you think you’re doing? Who in their right mind kisses someone when they’re sleeping and doesn’t ask for it?”
    “Were you?” His voice rumbled, a rustic timbre.
    The textured sound made her mind think of hot, passionate nights, filled with abandonment. Something that wasn’t in her nature to give into.
    She forcefully shoved that thought into the same mental closet her history man lived in.
    “Yes,” she gritted out. Feeling at a disadvantage, she smacked at the button to right the seat and barely gave it time to close completely before she was on her feet. “I was sleeping.”
    Staring the man with his mask folded up below his nose leaving sexy formed lips the only part of him out. She wanted to kiss those lips again. Feel them on hers, the right way. Growling internally, she wished there was a switch to her desire as well.
    He folded his thick webbed arms over a chest that was too broad for the costume he was in.
    Spiderman . It was a kid’s outfit. Something that seemed silly to her to wear at an adult’s function. Not to mention the fact that the guys that portrayed him in movies and cartoon was always lanky and youth like—she always pictured him as small in stature too. However, not this imitator before her.
    “If you were sleep, Sonya, how did you know it was me?” he questioned, moving from his post behind the chair toward her.
    Frowning she reared back. “What? I didn’t know anything. I don’t even know who you are now.”
    “Don’t you?” His voice was like velvet, smooth and inviting. He kept forward along the side of the chair.
    The urge to step back, as he entered her personal space tightened her core, but she wouldn’t give in. That would make him think he had the upper hand on the situation. If he tried something on her again, she’d need to be close enough to kick him where it counted to get away. The Planetarium was practically sound proof and it was unlikely that over all the music in the center of the museum that anyone would hear her if she screamed. She now could see how hiding out here had not been the wisest of choices.
    “Look, pal, I have no clue wh—”
    “You said my name.”
    “I said wha…” Her words drifted away as something tugged at her memory. When she first smelled the scent, she had sighed. But, it hadn’t been release of air as she’d thought. A name was tickling the back of her mind. Taking a hesitant step back, she stared at the man in the dim light. She needed the room illuminated, bright. She had to see for herself. Since lights weren’t possible, she demanded, “Take off your mask.”
    “Say my name, Sonya.” The webbed crusader of justice lowered his hands, then flexed them at his side as if he was trying to keep himself from reaching for her.
    Another step back. She wanted to say he was Daryl. That was a safe response. Safe to her very existence. However, she knew Daryl wasn’t in this outfit. Besides, earlier in the night this man and Daryl had been talking in a group of other men so they could not be the same person.
    However, Daryl was easier to keep at a distance.
    “Take. Off. The. Mask.” Each word she forced out with the snap of breaking a stick in her hands. However, she wouldn’t be able to hold a stick now, she was trembling so bad.
    “Anything you desire, Soni-love.”
    It was the nickname that came out loud and clear, as well as the sight before her as he whipped off the mask that hid his face that caused her knees to buckle.
    “Parker.”
    He was there, catching her as her legs gave out, refusing to support her any longer. Strong hands gripped her waist and pulled her to him.
    Clutching his shoulders for support, she focused her mind on the