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sure he does.” As if a funny idea had crossed her mind, she added with a hint of glee, “Is his wife jealous? Is she going to storm in here?”
    “Look, Sandra, it’s not what you think. I can’t explain now, but I promise I’ll tell you everything later.”
    “Are you going into his room?”
    “Well, yes, but—”
    Mirth barely controlled, Sandra held up her hands. “Okay, okay, it’s not what I think it is. Listen, I’m off at three today. Tom’s doing the afternoon shift. Come round if you want a little chat.”
    Although Sandra seemed to be having great fun, Liv felt sure she could count on her. After almost ten years of close friendship, neither of them had ever let the other one down.
    “Thanks for everything, Sandy, you’re a good friend. I may drop by later, but we don’t want to be disturbed this morning. It’s been a long, tiring night. I’m beat, and rest is in order.”
    Eyebrows raised, Sandra displayed another grin of complete understanding. “Sure, darling, enjoy your nap!”
    Only in front of the motel bedroom did Liv realise the innuendo in Sandra’s words. Shaking her head, she let herself in.
    Rogan had already drawn the heavy drapes shut, cutting himself off from the bright, glorious rays spreading from the east. The room was cloaked in darkness but not so much that Liv couldn’t well discern his silhouette stretched out on the big double bed—one bed only.
    Did he usually sleep during the day? For that matter, did he sleep at all? His golden eyes following her every move as she dropped her bag on the nearest chair. Liv succumbed to the relentless question circling her mind. What are we going to do now?

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Rogan’s intense gaze never left her. Liv felt nervous, also weary and unclean. As he didn’t say a word, she went to the bathroom, in need of a long shower. The hot water soothed her tension, and helped clear her mind. She wanted to ask Rogan so many questions she didn’t know where to start, the main one being what was going to happen.
    Drying off, she felt much better although still tired. Small wonder her face looked pale when she glanced in the mirror. Too bad! She stepped into the bedroom, intending to have a small rest. The thought of dressing in her rumpled clothes didn’t appeal to her in the least. But when Rogan saw her come out of the bathroom with only the towel coiled around her, he sat up straight, features strained.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Getting ready for bed. Come on, scoot over. Make room for me!”
    Was it her mischievous tone or her attitude that left him speechless? Whatever the case, he just watched her closing the distance. Only when she had almost reached the bed did he react.
    “Don’t!”
    “What’s wrong?” Liv spoke as if walking around wrapped in a bath towel was the most natural thing in the world. “Oh, you mean, my new outfit! You don’t mind, do you?”
    Frustration and anger fought for dominion on his harsh features. He pointed to the bathroom door. “Go get changed!”
    Dear God, how she enjoyed watching his distressed face. Shaking her head, she took another step towards the bed. “What’s the matter, Rogan? You aren’t attracted to me anyway.”
    Although she didn’t see him move, he was suddenly standing next to her. Taking her arm, he carried her along to the bathroom. “Damn it, woman, I’ll teach you manners!”
    Swept along, Liv had no choice but to loosen her grip on the towel. As it fell soundlessly on the floor, the vampire halted. He let go of her arm, his dark eyes devouring her nakedness. Breath caught in her throat, heart racing, she felt split between fear of his sudden stillness and excitement at being contemplated in such a spellbinding way.
    “Hell…no!” he heaved.
    She was crushed against his body. His kiss urgent and demanding, he consumed her with his mouth while he ran his hands over her back, over the roundness of her buttocks. Holding her waist, Rogan bent