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on his arm, her nipples prodding his bicep.   “You can’t mean that!”
    “I want Samara.”
    The seductive fire in her eyes turned to hatred. If he wasn’t mistaken, red ringed her pupils. Her top lip curled in a sneer, revealing her perfect white teeth. The rumble of her voice ricocheted through the bedroom. “You vowed to love me above all others. You can’t break your vows.”
    “Felicity.”
    Sliding on top of him as Samara had only hours before, Felicity threaded her fingers around his neck. “You’ll never forget me.”
    “Felicity!”
    Ryan gasped for breath as the room grew dark. The damned Jekyll and Hyde woman! He thrashed against her grip, clawing at her fingers. Samara’s voice broke through the fuzzy in his brain.
    “Ryan, wake up. Ryan?”
    Felicity’s eyes glowed blood red as her body faded. “I’m not through with you.”
    “Ryan?”
    “You’re forever mine.”
    Jerked from sleep, Ryan rubbed his eyes, desperate to get out of the dream. He swept his hands over the bed. Instead of Samara next to him, he touched the cool sheets.   He stared around his bedroom. Morning sunshine bathed the bland blue walls and heavy dark furniture in warm yellow hues. The air wasn’t as thick, but his heart thundered in his chest as if he’d run a marathon. If Felicity wanted to toy with him some more, he wasn’t having it.
    Not when he could have and lose himself in Samara.
    A light glowed from the living room. Dear God, please let Samara be out there. Forgoing clothes, Ryan scrambled into the hallway. “Samara?”
    “Right here.”
    Ryan grabbed the doorframe to gather his breath. Samara sat wrapped in his tan crocheted blanket at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of her. She cocked her head. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”
    “I did.”
    “It was a rhetorical question.”
    “You saw her, didn’t you?”
    “You called her name.”
    Shit.
    Samara fisted her trembling hands, concealing them behind the blanket. Ryan shoved into her mind, sickened by the unease he saw. A few hours prior, he showed me sexual highs I didn’t believe possible, but he wants someone else. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and crossed the room to be near her. “Baby, I’m sorry.”
    “You didn’t sound happy, if that helps.”
    “I don’t get it.” Ryan knelt next to her and rested his head in her lap. “None of it.” The scent of her perfume and femininity offered comfort as he caressed her thigh through the blanket.
    Withdrawing from the crocheted blanket, she stroked his hair. “Get what?”
    Grasping her free hand, he twined their fingers. “Felicity told me to move on and I did. She said I was free.”
    “You did see her because she needs you.” Samara stilled her hand in his downy soft hair. She closed her eyes for a moment. “It’s eight-thirty and the power’s back on. Want me to leave?”
    “Hell no.” Ryan sat up and cupped her jaw. He feathered a kiss to her lips, needing her more than oxygen. “I don’t want you to go anywhere. I love you.”
    She sank back in her chair, her mouth opening and closing in shock. “That’s a snap decision.”
    “It’s a sure decision. No doubts, no regrets.”
    “Ryan, you don’t know me.”
    “I know my heart and it belongs to you. I can be myself with you—domineering and cautious, rough and soft. Only you respond to me.” He rested his forehead against hers, punctuating his words with kisses.   Anything to get through to her. “How about we forget the investigation and run off to Vegas? Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Black has a nice ring to it.”
    She stared at him in silence. Instead of reading her thoughts, he examined his own, not liking the things he saw. God, he’d pounced on her with both feet with his declarations and expected her to agree. She needed honesty, yes, but she also needed time. “Okay, we’ll wait until afterwards. I’m a patient guy.”
    “You can’t be serious.” She snorted. “Everything is a joke to