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conjured up a chair and sat opposite him, her body now covered by a fur-edged robe. It was in the same green colour but covered her to her ankles. “A son?” She lifted one elegant eyebrow. “But you hate kids.”
    “I coach his hockey team.”
    “You? You’re coaching children?” The disbelief in her voice was palpable.
    “I am,” he announced arrogantly. “Danny is really good.”
    Naunet didn’t laugh as he’d expected her to. Instead, she stared at him. Her eyes matched her robe. “Does she know who you are?”
    “No. Not yet.” It galled him to say those words.
    Now a teasing glint appeared in her expression. “Why not? Scared of a human?”
    He stared down his nose at her until she laughed and rose from her seat. “All these years and you still haven’t learnt that I’m not scared of you, Nun.” He grunted and she amended, “Linc.”
    With a flash of light, she vanished. He sank back in his chair and shook his head.
    ‘Tell her before someone else does, Linc.’
    The warning danced through his mind and he growled low at the thought of someone daring to approach his woman. He was hit with the need to see her and so, without any rumination, he flashed to where she was.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Chaya stared at her cup of tea, watching the rings her spoon created as she aimlessly stirred the liquid. Something was wrong with her. All her thoughts and dreams had honed in on Linc Dixon.
    ‘Is that so bad?’
    She didn’t even jump at the masculine voice in her head. It just appeared on occasion and was commonplace now, after a week. For a while, she’d pegged herself as losing it but had since dubbed the voice ‘annoying, arrogant Linc’, for it sounded like him; calm, collected and coolly superior.
    Not that Linc was rude. Not by any means. As far as she knew everyone liked him. She sighed, unable to explain her take on that man. All she knew was that it had been ill-advised to do what she had with him. There would no repeats. After all, she wasn’t a witless young chit fresh out of school whose head got turned by the first handsome man who smiled in her direction. No, she was a single mom who had no business screwing her son’s coach in his office.
    No matter how good it had been.
    ‘It can be even better.’ That low-timbred voice again.
    With a shake of her head, she rose, dumped her tea and headed back to work, her break over. Before long, she had settled back into the swing of things, dealing with the bank’s customers.
    “Good afternoon, Ms Stevenson.”
    Chaya couldn’t respond immediately, for her mouth had suddenly gone drier than the arid planes of a desert. She blinked and tried to clear the sight and sound of Linc from her mind and focus on the customer she was serving. But no matter how she tried, he never vanished. Linc Dixon stood before her. Tall, dark, and handsome. Sexy. And dangerous. The list went on and on.
    The arrogant tilt to his lips that made her question whether he couldn’t somehow read her train of thoughts. Those firm lips tipped higher at the corners and she fought to smile instead of blush.
    “Hello, Mr Dixon,” she said, reaching for the paper he’d laid down on the dark countertop. “How can I help you today?”
    His eyes flashed with heat. “I would like this in my account, then I need a cashier’s check.”
    Although his tone didn’t change, she felt flushed and wanting from his welcome, like he’d reached across the counter and touched her. He’d not even moved. She got to work on his deposit and when she’d finished Linc was still watching her intently.
    “The cashier’s check, Mr Dixon, was for how much and to whom?”
    Silently, he slid a paper towards her, still ensnaring her gaze. With difficulty, she focused on the sheet. She recognised the name and the amount made her pause.
    “Uniforms.”
    Her head rose with a quick snap. “What?”
    He leaned against the countertop, his pose deceptively relaxed and incredibly sexy.
    Jeez, Chaya,