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dreaming of it. Never acknowledging what now ran through him.
    Homesickness.
    “Will your family be here to greet us?” Her voice came from behind and above him, a touch of anxiety edging her words.
    He turned and examined her, perched halfway up the stairs as if she could head off the inevitable performance by not entering the theater.
    “ Óchi .” No. They would not. They had been told to stay put at the hospital. He’d known instinctively he’d need time to grapple with this return. Time to contain the roiling emotions surging inside him. Unfamiliar. Unwanted.
    First he had to confront being here.
    Later, he would confront his family.
    “ Éla .” His voice was curt, too curt. He supposed he should coddle this woman to make sure she performed well. But there was too much running through him, too many emotions. He couldn’t be troubled right now with soothing her worries. Later. Once he got in the limo and breathed the familiar scent of leather not the long forgotten tastes and scents swirling around him now.
    “What do those words mean?” Her voice was just as curt as his. With a twist of distrust and dislike adding a sharp twinge to it. “If you are intent on throwing commands around you could at least speak English so I know what you’re saying.”
    “Come here.” He waved her down, impatience tightening his muscles.
    He was cursed.
    Cursed with his homeland under his feet and in his mouth and nostrils. Cursed with the knowledge he’d soon be surrounded by his family and have to endure their love. Primarily though, he was cursed by this woman with her discerning eyes and barbed tongue. “Is that clear enough for you?”
    She tightened her lips and gripped the side rail with long, elegant fingers. Even in the dark of the Greek night, he sensed the rebellion blazing from her eyes. “I am not a dog.”
    Óchi , she was not. The glow of the plane’s inner light lit her figure in sharp silhouette. Her long legs encased in black leggings. Her black leather coat tied tightly around her thin waist. The lithe length of her womanly form shone at him like a spotlight. The form he’d noticed as soon as she’d appeared dressed in something besides a flannel nightmare.
    Mágissa .
    She had not seduced Hank. This was clear. Yet she was still a witch. A witchy, steaming pot of feminine guile and female allure. Her moonlit hair. Her velvet eyes. Her slender body who many would dismiss as too angular, too lean. Skatá , he would have been one of the many before.
    Before he’d spent hours in close proximity to her and her magic.
    The body inexplicably called to him.
    A sylph singing her siren call.
    Irritation itched under his skin. Never before had he noticed a woman sexually unless she was naked and ready. And willing to disappear once he was finished.
    “Come down now.”
    The witch did not obey him.
    “Or else.”
    She finally moved from her position at the top of the stairs, taking one step. One step. Then stopping, as if she supposed she had any kind of choice at all. “Or else, what?”
    Her snide dismissal of his power, of the threat he held over her, burned in him, irritating the itch under his skin even further. “Or else I’ll ship you back to the States where you can have a long conversation with the police.”
    One more step. His gaze, unwillingly, involuntarily, slid down to note the slight sway of her hips, the slinky swing of her leg as it came down to land on the next step.
    The pump of lust beat a heavy tat-tat in his blood.
    Irritation bloomed into outright anger.
    Sex was a natural need like food or air. Nothing to think about or focus on with much attention. Sex was a biological function he’d taken care of with methodical regularity since he’d had his first woman the very night he landed in America.
    The night he’d forced himself to get over what had happened to him at fifteen.
    Sex was not about lusting after a woman as she inched down the plane’s stairs as if she were entering a