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climbing into bed beside her. He ran his hands over her slowly and thoroughly, as if memorizing her in the dark. “You are perfect, Athena.”
    She doubted he’d think so in the cold light of day, but she reveled in his admiration for now. While the storm raged and they were together in the dark, the fantasy was real.
    Thena studied James with her fingertips as well. He truly was perfect.
    Touches soon turned to caresses and caresses into exquisite lovemaking. And then they started all over again.
    When one of them finally groaned, “You’ve wasted me! Can we just cuddle for a while? Go to sleep?” Thena shook with laughter. Because she wasn’t the one begging for rest.
    She patted James’s perfectly molded behind. “Get some sleep you poor old man.”
    He snuggled beside her, his arms around her, his head on her shoulder. “You young folk have no respect.”
    She kissed his forehead, and fell asleep instantly.
     
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    Thena woke in alarm at the sound of someone moving in her room. Her first thought was that Mike Finn had broken in. How? Why weren’t the dog’s barking? Could she get to the gun safe before—?
    She bolted upright and opened her eyes.
    There stood James Wilde, concern in his so-brown-they-were-almost-black eyes.
    It hadn’t been a dream.
    Her pleasantly aching and throbbing insides told her it most definitely had not been a dream.
    She was naked and he was looking at her boobs, and, well, she didn’t mind. Besides, she wasn’t the only one naked, and she wasn’t feeling the least bit modest. She was certain Jimmy didn’t know how.
    “Not one little bitty bit,” he answered her thought.
    With some effort Thena managed to turn her head and look out the window. It was morning. The sun was shining. The storm was passed.
    “Yesterday was the longest, strangest day of my life,” she said.
    “Me too,” James said, and laughed. “I can promise you today will be even stranger.”
    She turned a scared look on him. Images of flashing cameras in the sheep pasture filled her head. “Tell me it won’t involve helicopters over my house.”
    “No one knows I’m here. You have my word.”
    She trusted his word. She trusted him. The voice in her head that had been telling her for weeks that she shouldn’t trust him or believe anything he said was silent.
    “Not even helicopters loaded with SWAT snipers for your protection,” he added. He sat down. She squirmed around until she was settled against his side, a lot of their bare skin touching and his arm around her shoulders. “That was a gunshot I heard over the phone yesterday, wasn’t it?” He pressed her closely against him. “Was somebody shooting at you?”
    “No. I was the one doing the shooting.”
    “Really?” He sounded delighted. “I love dangerous women.”
    “I wasn’t shooting at anyone. Just blew out a tire on a truck. It was for a drunken idiot’s own good.”
    He shifted on the bed, and pulled her into his lap. He held her by the waist for a moment, settled her over his erection and then slowly pulled her down, filling her inch by leisurely inch. Correction, there was nothing relaxing about what this did to her, but it was fantastic!
    “I love dangerous women,” he told her. “Talk to me dirty about guns.”
    She laughed, her breath catching with desire. She held on to his shoulders to steady herself. His hands stayed protectively on her waist. “Brother’s a cop,” she said. “Sister’s FBI.”
    “So you have told me.”
    “Got a cousin in Delta Force—”
    “But he won’t confirm or deny it.” She moved over him while they talked. She had trouble making words as her hips rose and fell, as filled her and withdrew. God, it was wonderful!
    “And?” he urged. He had the most wicked grin on his face.
    “I write—lovely hard hot man!—action stories. Gotta know how the weapons work, don’t I?”
    “Research is important,” he said. “Due diligence.”
    He groaned. His hips bucked. And that was the