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foot in his house since Heather had walked out of
    it…
    "So what?" he asked himself under his breath. One woman was as good as another and most likely she
    was twice as treacherous.
    Disgusted with it all, he lay down on the couch and turned on his TV to let his Star Wars DVD distract
    him from the madness of letting a stranger into his home.
    Leta paused as she felt the slight unconscious tugging in the back of her mind. There were really no
    words to describe the sensation, but anytime a human target went to sleep, a dream god could feel it. As
    quietly as she could, she made her way back to Aidan's den where she found him dozing on the couch.
    He was leaning back with one foot still on the floor and one arm draped over his face. Cocking her head,
    she stared at how strangely attractive his pose was. His faded T-shirt was stretched tight over a chest
    that was absolutely ripped.
    The stubble on his cheeks only emphasized the rugged handsomeness of his features. He looked
    vulnerable and yet at the same time she had no doubt that if she made the slightest sound, he'd jerk
    awake, ready for battle.
    As she closed her eyes to spy on his dreams, she saw the snowstorm outside that she'd started was
    permeating his subconscious. Kneeling on the floor by his side, she let her thoughts drift until they
    connected more fully with his.
    Here in the dream world she was an observer who followed his lead.
    He stood outside a basic Cape Cod house where lights twinkled against a dark snowy storm. She heard
    the sounds of laughter and music coming from inside the home.
    Curious, she moved to stand beside Aidan as he spied on the party's attendants through a frosted
    window.
    "Look at them," he said as if accepting her presence in his dreams without question. His lips were curled
    disdainfully.
    Leta scowled at the revelers who were toasting each other during a Christmas party. "They seem very
    happy."
    "Yeah, like a nest of scorpions waiting to strike each other down." He jerked his chin toward a thin,
    pretty woman in the rear of the group. "The blonde in the corner is my ex-fiancée, Heather. The balding
    guy she's draped over is my brother, Donnie."
    The two were making cooing noises at each other before they drank out of the same wine glass. Boy,
    Freud would have had a field day with Aidan's dreams.
    "Why are they together?" she asked him.
    "That's an interesting question. After I gave Donnie a job, Heather threw a fit over it. Next thing I knew
    he'd started snaking on the bitch. The most amazing thing is she always told me she absolutely hated him.
    She thought he was brainless redneck trash who needed help to tie his own shoes."
    He shook his head as he pointed to a brown-haired man at the table across from Heather and Donnie.
    "That's Bruce. He was the president of my fan club and a longtime personal friend. My nephew Ronald
    befriended him and the next thing I knew the two of them were off spreading more lies than even my
    publicist could counter. What kills me is that I know exactly what my nephew really thinks about Bruce.
    Man, if he only knew what Ronald said about him the minute he was out of earshot. For that matter, all of
    them. They never hesitated to insult each other to me because they knew I wouldn't betray their trust. A
    more treacherous bunch of snakes never existed. And what really baffles me about them is that after
    having seen the way they all turned on me for no other reason than simple jealousy, they're dumb enough
    to believe that the same people who screwed me over would never do it to them. Unbelievable idiots."
    Leta tilted her head as she heard his memories in her mind. As he said, each of the people in the room
    had said horrible things about one another to him. They'd played against each other and done anything
    they could to keep their hands in Aidan's fame while trying their best to alienate him from the others in
    hopes of hanging on to him tighter. It was frightening to think they would be capable