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him off guard.
    “What do you want from me?” Her broken whisper surprised
them both. She cleared her throat.
    Bron stepped closer to her. Need clawed his insides, the
emotion in her voice drawing him.
    She backed up another step. “You can say it from
there.” 
    Bron moved closer to her until she was backed against her
bed. Cupping her chin he looked into her eyes. “What I want is to not hurt you,
Dalia.” He kept eye contact needing her to see his sincerity.
    Dalia stared into his eyes. A battle waged, all broadcasted
in her eyes. Lust, mistrust, it all floated in their rich depths. It was the
loneliness that struck him. Understanding flooded, and inexplicably connected
them. Her eyes lowered and the connection was lost.
    'Trust me just a little, rewà. I can keep the loneliness
away.' Bron whispered in her mind.
    Dalia shivered from the intimate touch. She raised her eyes
and shoved at his chest.          
“I'm not lonely.” She poked her finger into his chest. “I don’t need your pity.
And just so we're straight, there is nothing between us.”
    Sounded a lot like denial to him. He was making progress. Hiding a smile, he moved to sit in the lone chair in
the room.
    “Dawn is coming soon, and we should talk before you rest for
the day.” He kept his voice calm to dispel the tension. He frowned as a thought
occurred to him. “What happens to you at dawn?”
    Dalia shook her head and stomped over to her bed. “None of your business. Do you think I’m going to help you
kill me in my sleep?” She sat on the edge of the bed her shoulders stiff, her
eyes wary.
    Bron sighed again.
    Two steps back.
    He knew she didn't trust him; he just did not know why that
hurt his feelings. Tension showed in the tight set of her shoulders and he
could see the exhaustion in her eyes. He ached to comfort her but he could well
imagine the tongue-lashing she would give him. His body tightened and lust
clenched his stomach at the thought of her tongue touching any part of him. He
shifted in the chair.
               
He leaned forward staring at her, trying to figure out why this woman held him
so enthralled. She was prickly and smart-assed but he couldn't remember the
last time he had enjoyed someone’s company so much. Of course, it didn't hurt
that her skirt was short and gave him an enticing view of her smooth, long
legs. His beast moved through his body, very much interested in this churlish
woman.
               
“Quit staring at me. It makes me nervous.” She stood and started pacing putting
action to her words.
               
Bron barely contained his smile at her mutinous expression. Her nose was
scrunched in displeasure.
               
“What would you have me do, Dalia? You've yet to answer a question without a
sarcastic remark,” he said amused, “I have no other recourse but to sit here
and stare at you.”
               
Dalia rolled her eyes. “This'll go faster if you just tell me what you think I
need to know.  I have to take a shower before dawn so I don’t have time to
sit here and shoot the breeze with you.” She feigned nonchalance, but her
curiosity was obvious in the furtive glances she cast his way.
   
    “By all means, take your shower. I can wait here while you
do.” His voice deepened. Visions of her wet, stole his breath. His skin
prickled as his animal perked up, swiping at Bron's control. “Please, don’t
mind me.”
    “I'm not getting naked in front of a crazy stalker,” she
snapped.
    Goddess, she was sexy in her anger. Her hands on her hips
pushed her breasts forward and Bron swore he would swallow his tongue.
    “Fine then Dalia, have it your way,” he sighed dramatically.
“Are you going to pace for the entire conversation?” He hoped not, otherwise
she would see the growing erection he tried to hide.
    Dalia glared at him, making no move to sit.
    Bron stared at her with amusement.
    “Just talk,” she demanded.
    “Are you