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tired, shaky, and knew he had to get vertical soon.
    First, he walked over to the to the glass end table by the couch where he’d noticed a pile of unopened mail. He found a plane ticket, a wad of hundred dollar bills in a gold money clip, a set of keys to the condo and his car, the latest model Blackberry, a passport and folder with several credit cards, all with his name on them. There was also a bankbook and sheet of paper listing all his stocks, bonds, and other assets.
    He was both pleased and astonished at the amount of his worth. He’d have to remember to ask Robin if she had a passport and if not, get her one. After all, Phelps had said he wanted to train him to do good in the world, and that would mean travel. Somehow, he instinctively knew he loved going to new places and exploring new worlds.
    He flipped open his driver’s license. It looked authentic, and the picture was definitely him. He found out he was thirty-two years old. That felt about right. Next, he flipped open the ticket envelope and his heart dropped. He was scheduled to leave on a flight to Boston at seven o’clock tomorrow morning, first class. He hoped it wasn’t too late to get another ticket for Robin.
    There was a note clipped to the ticket. Before he had a chance to read it, he heard Robin clear her throat. He shoved the note into his pocket and covered the ticket with some of the junk mail. He didn’t want her to see any of this, especially the plane ticket, until he had time to explain. He looked up and saw her standing posed by the hallway to the bedroom area. She wore a brief one-piece, flame-red teddy that left nothing to the imagination.
    “Are you ready for a nap, Mr. Wakefield?” She smiled, ran her tongue over her lips in a provocative way, and shoved her chest out a little further.
    He had to stifle a groan. His rock-hard erection poked against front of his scrubs, but the rush of blood to his lower regions gave him an instant headache. A vein in the side of his head pulsed, and he had to grab the back of a chair to keep from falling over.
    He gritted his teeth with frustration. He wanted to make love to her again, here in these luxurious surrounding, but he simply didn’t have the strength. He had to take it slow, heal, and find out more about who he was, learn to control his psychic powers, and then figure out what he was going to do with the rest of his life.
    She must have seen fatigue on his face, because she hurried to his side and took his arm. “I’m sorry, Brian. Why don’t you come into the bedroom and lie down. I’ll give you nice back rub. Or would you rather have a steam first? I couldn’t believe my eyes. You have your very own steam room.” Her green eyes sparkled. “There’s a spa tub if you’d like to relax in jetted warm water, and of course a shower later—big enough for two.”
    He suppressed a groan and tried to will his erection to go away. “A back rub sounds perfect. I know I’ll feel better after I take a little nap. I love the outfit, but can you save it until later?” He wanted her badly but knew he was too tired to perform. She was still a little insecure, and he’d hate to disappoint her.
    “Of course, I understand. Let me grab a pair of jeans and T-shirt so I don’t tempt you too much. Then while you sleep, I’m going to take a walk.”
    “That’s a great idea. Take the key. By the time you get back, I’ll be awake and we can find a restaurant around here that delivers. Maybe they even have room service in this place, what do you think?”
    “Oh, no. That man, Garrison, said the kitchen was stocked. I’m going to check out what’s there and make you a good, home-cooked dinner. You crawl in bed while I change.”
    When he walked into the master suite, he saw the bathroom door was closed. Turning, he looked at his bedroom. It was decorated in a very masculine style in colors of tan and black with a few accents of silver. This room also had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked