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thought about what Charles had said. She helped her characters work through their problems with each book she wrote, yet she was willing to let herself wallow in sorrow, to let a chance for happiness slide by just because Justin had dumped all over her.
    If she did that, Justin would win. It was an old cliché, but it was true. She needed to see if she had feelings for Sebastian, but how did you do that when you only have an hour each day? Of course, she’d already spent three hours with him, and had one fantastic orgasm after another.
    But love wasn’t based on sex alone. You had to get to know someone. And how could that happen in just one hour a day?
    Michelle lay down, closing her eyes and focusing on Sebastian. Can you hear me? Is there any part of you that can feel me near you right now?
    She got no answer, no tingle, no deep voice carried across the wind to caress her neck, no feeling of longing in her body.
    Great, she thought to herself. If I had to put myself in the middle of a fairy tale, why did I have to be the one rescuing someone? I have no clue how to go about it. What the hell do I do now?

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “Hey, wake up!”
    There was a heavy push on her shoulder and Michelle groaned softly. “What?”
    “I said wake up. I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?”
    She sat up, trying to remember where she was. She’d gone to sleep in the cove, waiting for Sebastian to show up. But now she was in her house, the one she’d shared with Justin, the one she’d put on the market before leaving for Florida since it was filled with too many memories of the man towering over her at this very moment.
    She stared up at Justin and her mouth went dry. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”
    “We live here, remember? What’s. For. Dinner?” He enunciated each word, his gaze still locked on her face.
    “Dinner?” His groan of disgust when she didn’t answer made her want to slap him.
    He chuckled, and not in a joking manner. “I know you know what food is. Let’s face it, your knowledge is hard to miss. You said dinner would be ready soon and that was over an hour ago. And now I come in here and find you sleeping? What have you been doing for the last hour?”
    “Trying to figure out a way to wake Sebastian by falling in love with him.”
    He snorted again, then headed for the door. “Figures. Leave me starving while you dally with a romance novel hero. I’m ordering pizza.”
    She could hear his steps as he went downstairs and she looked around the room, a feeling of horror settling in the pit of her stomach. Had it all been a dream? It wasn’t unusual for her to dream up plots for her books, but the last few days had seemed so real, and Sebastian had provided her with fantastic orgasms. That part was strange. She never had sex with her muses. They were only interested in the heroines.
    “Sebastian?” No answer came and Michelle swallowed hard. “Charles?”
    Panic gripped her stomach as Justin’s voice tailed up the stairs, giving directions to their house to the deliveryman. “Extra cheese,” she heard him say. “And I’m starved. Get it here quick and you get ten bucks extra.”
    Michelle stood and glanced around. She was in her office, the desk littered with research books and notes, the walls full of cover flats from her books. She’d been sleeping on the daybed that she kept for just that purpose, since she kept odd hours, something that had always bothered Justin.
    She stopped in the doorway and sniffed. The smell of stale cigarette smoke hit her nose. She and Justin had often fought about that habit, and he’d quit right before they’d broken up. But it did not seem to have lasted. Unless…unless it was all a dream and they hadn’t broken up. Maybe she hadn’t gone to
Florida
.
    The stairs seemed steep as she walked down them, turning toward the living room when she hit the bottom.
    Justin sat in a chair, rummaging through her purse. “What are you