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animal heat of his flesh dispelled the chill of the night air. Automatically she put her hands up to rest against his chest, and the feel of the rock-hard sheets of muscle made her breath catch. No other man she’d ever touched was as hard and vital as this—this warrior, whose life was based on death and destruction. She wanted to deny him, to turn away from him, but was as helpless as a leaf on the wind to defy the currents that swept her toward him.
    He brushed his lips against her hair in an oddly tender gesture, one she hadn’t expected from such a man. “Then lie down with me,” he murmured, “and I’ll show you the sweetest pain of all.”
    Thea awoke, the echoes of her own cries still lingering in the darkness of the bedroom. He had; oh, he had. She was lying on her back, her nightgowntwisted around her waist, her legs open and her knees raised. The last remnants of completion still throbbed delicately in her loins.
    She put her hands over her face and burst into tears.
    It was more than disturbing—it was humiliating. The damn man not only took over her dreams, he dominated her body as well. Her entire sense of self was grounded in her sturdy normality, her good common sense. Thea had always thought of herself as
dependable
, and suddenly that description no longer seemed to apply. Because of the dreams, she had taken a two-week vacation right in the middle of her busiest time, which wasn’t dependable. What was going on with her now defied common sense, defied all her efforts to understand what was happening. And it certainly wasn’t
normal
to have frighteningly intense climaxes night after night, while sleeping alone.
    Choking back her tears, she stumbled out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom, where she stood under the shower and tried to rid her body of the sensation of being touched by invisible hands. When she felt marginally calmer, she dried off and relocated to the kitchen, where she put onfresh coffee and then sat drinking it and watching the dawn progress into a radiantly sunny morning.
    The kitchen was located at the back of the house, so the lake wasn’t visible from the window, and Thea slowly relaxed as she watched tiny birds flitting from branch to branch in a nearby tree, twittering to each other and doing bird things.
    She had to stop letting these dreams upset her so much. No matter how disturbing their content, they were still just dreams. When she looked at this rationally, the only thing about the dreams that had really affected her life was the unreasoning fear of water they had caused. She had come to the lake to work through that fear, to force herself to face it, and if she could overcome that she would be satisfied. Maybe it wasn’t normal to have such sexually intense dreams, or for the same man who brought her such pleasure to kill her in some of those dreams, but she would handle it. Who knew what had triggered the dreams? They could have been triggered by her eclectic reading material, or some movie she’d watched, or a combination of both. Probably they would cease as mysteriously as they had appeared.
    In the meantime, she had already wasted oneday of her self-prescribed recovery period. Except for that one nauseating glance at the lake when she had first arrived, she had managed to completely ignore the water.
    All right, Theadora
, she silently scolded herself.
Stop being such a wuss. Get off your can and do what you came here to do
.
    In an unconscious gesture of preparation, she ran her fingers through her hair, which had almost dried in the time she had spent drinking coffee and postponing the inevitable. She could feel the unruly curls, thick and vibrant, taking shape under her fingers. She probably looked a fright, she thought, and was glad there was no one there to see. For this entire two weeks, she could largely ignore her appearance except for basic cleanliness, and she looked forward to the freedom.
    For comfort,