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in while we were busy with customers
yesterday and hid in the bathroom. No, that’s ludicrous. How could a guy this
big sneak past us?”
    “Regardless of how he got into the shop, we can’t leave him
lying on the cold floor. And if he’s from the agency, I can’t exactly turn him
over to the police either. The agency would never supply another event for me.”
No matter how imprudent it might be, she decided to help the stranger. She rose
to her feet. “Let’s get him upstairs to my apartment.”
    “Are you sure?” Neil asked. “He could be dangerous. He was
reckless enough to break in here.”
    Gwen took one more look at the man. “You know, Neil, I think
he just needed somewhere to sleep. Maybe he was broke and couldn’t afford a
hotel room.” She put her hand on his forehead. It was cool. She grabbed his
arm. The same zing of heat pulsed through her hands, but this time she ignored
it.
    Neil jammed his hands on his hips. “Are you sure?”
    She tugged and pulled. The man did not budge. “I’m sure.
After all, the ball’s tonight. What’s a few hours? Come on. Help me.”
    As Neil continued to catalog his protests they hefted the
man to a sitting position. “Yikes,” Gwen said with a gasp, “he’s a deadweight.”
    “Smells dead, too,” Neil quipped.
    The man’s eyes rolled in his head, then seemed to focus on
them. “I was…not…quitting. I was just…resting,” he said through perfect white
teeth.
    “Anything you say.” Gwen grabbed one arm, while Neil grabbed
the other. After several false starts, they succeeded in hauling the man to his
feet and propping him against the railing of the game platform.
    She was five-foot-seven. The man was almost a foot taller.
    “I’ll unlock the back door to your apartment.” Neil dashed
from the chamber, leaving Gwen in sole possession of a very large male.
    Her hands planted in the center of his chest, Gwen took a
deep breath and staggered as the man’s weight sagged forward. “Hurry, Neil,
he’s heavy,” she shouted, looking up at the man who now towered over her. He
began to list to the side. “And huge!” She wrapped her arms around his waist.
    The man opened his eyes and stared down at her. Gwen could
not have looked away if ordered. His beguiling blue gaze swept over her face
and hair.
    “I dreamed of you.” His hands stroked up the column of her
spine. His long fingers slid along her neck.
    Hurry, Neil , she thought as the slow caress of his
fingers wandered to the hair at her nape. The zing had settled to a warmth that
flooded her system.
    “You…disappeared.” He closed his eyes and began to slide.
She accepted the inevitable and tried to ease his collapse to the floor. He
fell to his knees, his arms loosely clasped about her waist.
    He nuzzled his face against the soft fleece of her top and
sighed. In moments he was snoring again.
    Gwen buried her hands in his matted hair and pulled his head
back. His eyes fluttered open. She swallowed hard. She had never seen a man so
dirty—or so handsome.
    “I dreamed of you. Your…taste. Your scent.” His hands moved
over her hips. Heat pooled where his hands journeyed. A memory of long-buried
sensations coursed through Gwen’s body as the warmth of his hands penetrated
her jeans.
    Drunk gamer or warrior wannabe, he was providing an unwanted
reminder of how a man’s hands felt on a woman’s body. His hands stroked down
her legs.
    He gasped.
    His fingers gripped her tightly just above the knees and
shoved. She squealed at the pain and landed on her bottom.
    He lurched to his feet, stumbled backward, and gripped the
game platform. He swayed and stared down at her.
    An expression of confusion crossed his face. The cut on his
cheek oozed bright red blood. Then his features settled into the haughty lines
she recognized from the Tolemac Wars poster. Disbelief filled his voice.
“You are a boy!”

Chapter Two
     
    “I’m not a boy!” Gwen stifled a laugh. Then heat swept up
her face. Maybe