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listening to his heart beating under her cheek.
    "V'Aidan?" she asked, sitting up to watch him. "Where do you go when you're not in my dreams? Do you visit other women?"
    His hot look scorched her. "No. I don't want any other woman."
     
               
    "Really?"
    "I swear it."
    She picked his hand up and kissed his palm. "Then what do you do?"
    His eyes glowed. "I think up ways to make love to you."
    She laughed out loud at the thought. "You know what I want to do?"
    "After the night we've had, I honestly can't imagine."
    "I want to show you a carnival. Have you ever been to one?"
    "No."
    Closing her eyes, Erin wished them to a state fair.
    V'Aidan was aghast at her world. The bright lights and music...
    Used to only visiting people in their nightmares, he'd never heard music before. The sound was wonderful and warm.
    There were only a handful of people around and he let her take his hand and feed him cotton candy, candy apples, funnel cake, and corn dogs.
    In between the food, they rode all kinds of rides that made his head spin. But not nearly as much as the woman herself did.
    "Hey!" she said as they approached another booth. "Let's get our picture made. I've always wanted to have an old-timey photo done. What do you say?"
    "Whatever makes you happy."
    V'Aidan allowed her to dress him up in an Old West outfit while she dressed as a saloon girl, but his favorite part was when she sat in his lap where he could hold her. Better still, the dress she wore fell over them so that her bare thighs rested against his loins. It amazed him how fast his body leaped to life.
    How could he want to make love to her when he'd already spent hours lost in her body? Yet there was no denying the fire he felt. The urge he had to free himself from his pants and press her hot, wet body down on him.
    "You okay?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
     
     
     
     
     
    He nodded, even though his groin burned like an inferno.
    In the first picture, they were cheek to cheek. The second was with her cradled in his arms, and for the last one she leaned over and kissed his cheek at the very last minute.
    Erin took the pictures from the photographer and frowned. "Oh, good Lord," she breathed. "I look like the boobie prize."
    "Excuse me?"
    Her eyes sad, she handed him the pictures. "You're so incredibly handsome and I'm just a plump, round, average-looking nothing."
    V'Aidan felt as though she'd slapped him. "Erin," he said, his voice thick. "You are not nothing. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known."
    She smiled weakly. "You're sweet."
    V'Aidan stopped her and turned her to face him. "No, I'm not. Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?"
    Erin swallowed, her gaze searching his face. "Sure."
    V'Aidan handed her the pictures again.
    Looking at them, Erin gasped at what she saw. Her mouse-brown hair glowed with golden highlights. Her face had a perfect peachy complexion and her dark brown eyes were bright and shiny. She looked breathtaking.
    And it was so not her.
    "This is what you see?" she asked V'Aidan.
    He nodded, his face grim. "That is what you are to me."
    Erin reached to hug him, but before she could, a weird buzzing sounded.
    V'Aidan vanished instantly.
    "No!" she groaned as she woke up to the sound of someone ringing her doorbell.
    Disappointed to the point of violence, she got up and answered the door.
    She blinked in disbelief. Chrissy stood on the other side.
    "Hey," Chrissy said brightly. "Sorry to disturb you, but John wanted me to drop off more data for the report."
    Trying really hard not to be snappish, Erin opened the door and took the disks from Chrissy's hand. "Thanks.
     
               
    Sorry you had to come all the way out here."
    "No prob." Chrissy frowned at her. "Were you asleep again?"
    Erin blushed. "Yes, I was."
    "Are you sure you're okay?"
    "Positive."
    "Nightmares?"
    "Completely gone."
    "Oh," Chrissy said, her voice strangely flat. "Glad to hear it. So then, normal