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a shirt. He was all sleek lines and ridges, biceps and

pectorals and washboard abdomen. He was a work of

art. The kind that begged to be touched.

“How—” She paused, cleared her throat. Her mouth

felt like she’d been eating sawdust.

Dagan pushed off the door frame and crossed to the

small table in the corner by the window. He lifted the

pitcher, the one with the swirly blue handle—so that

part hadn’t been a dream.

“No sugar,” she rasped as he poured water into a

glass. “I don’t have your sweet tooth.”

“You remember that?” He shot her a glance.

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She didn’t bother to answer, just stared at the glass.

She was parched bone-dry, so thirsty she didn’t want

just a single cup—she wanted the whole pitcher.

The glass he brought her was less than half full.

Clutching the sheet against her breasts, she pushed

to a sitting position. She waited for the inevitable wave

of dizziness and was grateful that it never came. Tipping her head back, she looked at him where he loomed

over her like a great gold-and-bronze beast. Bare torso.

Rippling muscle.

She was surprised she was lucid enough to notice.

Actually, no. No, she wasn’t. A build like that was

impossible to miss. She’d have to be dead not to notice.

“Slow,” he said as she took the glass from him, “or

you’ll just end up puking it out again.”

Again? Which meant she’d already puked some

out? And he’d done…what? Cleaned her up? Changed

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