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scarf to wear while I slay dragons for you.”
    She laughed. “Dragons? Jousting another knight off his horse will do.”
    “All I want is to get rid of this angel costume. If I have to joust someone off their horse to do it, I will.”
    Carly pushed on the wall of his chest until he backed up a step. She strode toward the bedroom, unlacing the rest of her bustier as she went. Her wings were probably crushed, but she didn’t care.
    Somehow she knew she could trust this man. No matter what she’d heard about him, she knew he was good and she wanted to be with him. Her intuition about people had never let her down. This was why she was an excellent journalist. She saw beyond the exterior of people and put words on paper in a relatable way.
    Gold and maroon velvet throw pillows covered the head of the king-sized bed. All her inhibitions vanished and she really did feel like some historical lady in need of rescuing. Keeping her back to Dane, she unhooked the remaining laces and stripped her bustier off. With a deep breath, she swung around, but Dane hadn’t followed her.
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    E THAN GAPED at Carly’s retreating form before she turned inside the bedroom and out of his line of sight. Her curves, her sway, her sensuality, everything about her had him hard and ready. But after he caught his breath, he remembered who he really was: not Dane, not a knight, just a volunteer fireman and welder who had nothing to give. From where he stood outside the bedroom door, he only saw the empty bed, until a white satin piece of cloth hit it.
    He should be the one undressing her. But women wanted emotion and commitment; he didn’t have anything like that in him. He could give her pleasure, but he wasn’t Dane and the minute she found out, then what? He’d have to keep his mask on. Either that, or the light would have to be turned off. And her hands couldn’t touch his face.
    He stood still with his feet rooted to the floor. His heart hammered in his chest. Carly appeared in the bedroom doorway facing him with only her mini-skirt, stockings, and boots on.
    She leaned her arm against the door and cocked her head to the side, with clear invitation in her eyes. “I thought my knight was on his way to rescue me? I’m the damsel in distress, remember?”
    “I can see how distressed you are,” he said flatly.
    She raised her eyebrows. “But I am.” She turned around. “Look, my zipper is stuck.”
    He strode toward her, grabbed a hold of her hips with both hands, and ground his body against her. Sucking on her neck, he breathed in her scent.
    She murmured something incoherent.
    “What did you say?” he asked.
    “My zipper…it really is stuck. Get this skirt off me.”
    She stepped forward and reached behind her back to the zipper of her leather skirt. His hands fumbled until finally he released the caught material. He eased the zipper down. Carly spun around, pushed the leather to her ankles and stepped out of it. She wore only white mesh tights and her boots. The suggestive smile on her face did something to his already erratic heartbeat. She backed up and slid onto the bed. “Are you going to help me unlace my boots now, Knight?”
    The croon in her voice nearly undid him. He took a quick step toward the edge of the bed. Only a lamp beside the headboard and the city lights from the windows illuminated the room, but Ethan caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
    They played the game of knight and distressed damsel, but he couldn’t go through with this deception any longer. She had to know he wasn’t Dane.
    She started to unlace her boots.
    He removed his cape. “Carly, there’s something you need to know.”
    One of her boots was off and she started on the other. “Oh, and what’s that?”
    “I’m not who I appear to be. You need to know I’m—”
    “I know who you are. You’re a knight who’s saved me from the evildoer. I’ve been locked up in the prison tower for weeks.” She pulled off her second boot and