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all hot and tingly. It was almost as if he were memorizing her features. Or fascinated by her. He was six or seven feet away, but she could see that his eyes were a brilliant blue.
    Just like the dragon’s had been. Her delusion was starting to make a bit of sense. Kooky sense, but that was better than no sense at all.
    Maybe she needed to stop reading the stock in Magda’s store.
    Sara was keenly aware of the torn flesh on her knee, her loosened ponytail, her slipped bra strap.
    Her gender.
    As opposed to his gender.
    â€œWhat happened? Do you know that guy?”
    Sara sat up and smoothed her skirt, feeling disheveled. “No. He just jumped me.” Sara’s hand rose to her throat. “I think he was trying to kill me.”
    â€œI’m glad he didn’t succeed.” He offered her a hand to get up, and Sara couldn’t see a reason to decline any offer of help. His hand was warm and she could have sworn that a spark danced between their fingertips.
    But that was impossible.
    As impossible as a dragon saving her from a thug, then disappearing as if he’d never been. Maybe she needed to get something to eat. She’d worked through dinner, after all.
    He stepped away from her, as if sensing her uncertainty. “Why don’t you pick up your things? I’ll keep an eye out.”
    â€œThanks.” Sara couldn’t understand her strange sense that she was safe. She certainly didn’t trust it. She forced herself to think the worst.
    She didn’t know this guy, either.
    They could have been working together.
    She folded her arms around herself and tried to sound collected, even if she couldn’t look it. “What do you want?”
    He smiled, ever so slightly. The smile claimed his lips slowly, as if he had all night to smile, and that slow motion made Sara feel warmer than she had all day.
    Which was saying something, given the current heat wave and the unreliability of the air-conditioning unit in the bookstore.
    â€œI’d just like to see you safely on your way.”
    â€œIn return for?”
    â€œKnowing that you’re safe.”
    â€œThat sounds very chivalrous.”
    His eyes twinkled. “Who says chivalry is dead?”
    â€œWell, I have, once or twice.” Sara felt she had to admit it.
    â€œMaybe I shouldn’t have stopped then,” he said, but she knew he was teasing.
    Sara couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe I had it wrong.”
    â€œMaybe.” He smiled, as if he found her fascinating and attractive.
    Given her current state, that was almost as nutty as her thinking she was seeing dragons. It was time to go home, get something to eat, and get some sleep.
    Sara picked up her scattered belongings. She ensured that she faced him every time she bent down, telling herself it was only sensible to be skeptical. He didn’t seem to mind. She jammed everything back into her purse, not caring that it was in a jumble. She’d sort it out after she had a locked door between herself and the world.
    Meanwhile, her savior waited patiently. Sara had a weird sense that he would wait for as long as she chose to take. He was very still, but watchful, and it was easy to feel safe in his presence. Sara closed her purse, then picked up her book. He seemed intrigued by her, in a way that was both sexy and disconcerting. In another time and place, she’d have been flattered.
    Right now, she wanted to be home. “Okay. That’s everything.”
    He tilted his head to read the title of her book. “ Guardian Angels Among Us ?”
    Sara felt herself blush. “Who knew that there really were any?”
    His smile made her feel warm. “An angel is one thing I’m not.”
    Sara watched him, struck by his choice of words. “That sounds as if there’s more to you than meets the eye.”
    He held her gaze for a moment, as if deciding what to say, then changed the subject instead. “Which way is most