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through an arched skeleton of a doorway farther down, framing what might be the perfect spot to sit and wait. It was secluded. A lower window with trees blocking the view just enough that she couldn’t see the outside world and, unless it was really looking, it couldn’t see her.
    She lifted her flowing, white eyelet skirt out of the way and pulled herself up onto the window ledge, straddling the sturdy impromptu seat without hesitation. A leg in both worlds. She smiled at the whimsical thought.
    Looking down at the bunched fabric in her fists turned her smile rueful.
    Talk about flights of fancy. She’d dressed for today with a purpose that was almost too embarrassing to admit to herself.
    Because the man in her dreams last night had told her to.
    He’d been so forceful, and so damn pretty that she hadn’t been able to resist. She’d seen herself wearing it after he asked her to put it on—her white eyelet skirt and matching off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. It wasn’t her usual style. And snow white certainly wasn’t her color. Not anymore. But he was adamant.
    It made her skin look like caramel, he’d whispered. Made her eyes glimmer like jewels. “Wear it for me,” he’d whispered. “And I’ll know you want more of what I’m about to give you. That you’re ready.”
    And damn, had he given. Made her beg. Aziza shivered. That had to have been one of the more erotic dreams of her life. And the kinkiest. Imagining more was nearly impossible.
    He’d said her eyes were like jewels but his, too, had been unusual. Emerald green, impossibly bright, like the man from the pub. The “pretty” man whose features she couldn’t describe now if her life depended on it, other than his eyes and the tone of his voice.
    Her dream had taken those eyes and put them in the body of an Egyptian god. Or was he a Greek god? Wherever he was from, she was fairly certain he was a god there. Nothing like the sexy giant from the Ferris wheel, of course. That would be comparing silk to sandpaper. Though he did cause a similar reaction. Instant attraction. Instant desire.
    The man in her dreams had been leaner, more like a panther in his movements. Every feature, everything about him was lush and breathtaking. Meant to be savored and enjoyed.
    She opened her fists and the skirt slid down her legs as she studied her palms. Her hand had completely and miraculously healed after last night’s experience. She traced her fingers along the spot that had been marked. Why hadn’t Greg or Penn seen it? How had it disappeared so quickly? It had still been burned into her skin in her dream, and the man had mentioned it, saying it was important. Made her special.
    “Burn…”
    “What? Who’s there?” Aziza leaned out of the window and looked around for a body to go with that voice. Nothing stirred. Nothing rustled. She could hear the traffic if she focused, but beyond that the garden was eerily quiet.
    God, she really hoped she wasn’t going crazy. She didn’t have time to go crazy. She had a bucket list to complete and then, if it turned out she wasn’t cursed and she made it beyond twenty-seven, she was fairly certain she could find a million better things to do with her time than lose her shit.
    She sighed, continuing to seek out the body that belonged to that voice as she wondered what a future would look like. With no family other than Penn, maybe she would move here. She’d changed her major so many times she hadn’t had enough credits to graduate college, but she had skills. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’d told Greg after he’d won the overachiever award and gotten his master’s degree in record time.
    They were exactly the same age, almost to the hour, and he was her best friend, but in many ways they couldn’t be more different. She envied him for being so together. So centered. He’d always known where life would take him. She knew he would defend her and say she’d had an unusual childhood, but she couldn’t blame her