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Eventually her breathing grew deep and even, and tension gradually left his body.
    He buried his nose in her hair, drawing in her scent and feeling it flow through his body. The realization came to him then that he was in one hell of a lot of trouble.

Chapter 6
    Loni woke to bright sunlight. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling and frowned. It wasn’t her ceiling.
    Disoriented, she sat up in bed and glanced around her at furniture she didn’t recognize. Her heart beat faster as she looked at the simple, masculine furnishings and tried to place where she was.
    Her brow wrinkled and her breathing came a little faster, a little shallow. She almost felt like she was going to hyperventilate as images of two men who could hold fire in their hands flickered through her mind. And passing out then waking up to see a bunch of people in black leather who had the same names as a group of people did in a book.
    If she hadn’t found herself in a strange room this morning, she would have thought it all a dream. She looked at the pillow on the right. There was an indentation as if someone had been sleeping there. Had Alec really held her last night?
    Nothing made sense. She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe someone had slipped her some kind of drug and that caused hallucinations. Although that didn’t explain the room she slept in last night.
    She opened her eyes and slipped out of bed, the carpet soft beneath her bare feet. She looked down and saw that she was wearing one of the long T-shirts and Capri pajama pants that she liked to wear to bed. Her bright pink suitcase was on a chair and it was filled with her clothes and toiletries, and other odds and ends she would need on a trip. Jeans and T-shirts comprised most of the clothing along with her athletic shoes as if whoever packed her suitcase knew she was going to need something other than her skirts and flats.
    A bathroom was connected to the bedroom and she went into it. After she relieved herself and returned to the bedroom, she tugged on jeans and a T-shirt, socks and athletic shoes, then pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She needed a shower, but more importantly she needed to figure out exactly what she was facing.
    The house was silent as she left the guestroom and stepped onto polished wood flooring. Her heart beat a little faster as she went down the stairs. She had woken in a strange house after having a crazy dream that had been so real that she almost believed it had all really happened.
    She headed down stairs, the middle step squeaking before she made it to the hallway. To her left she could see a living room that looked familiar—just like the one she had dreamed about. To her right was the entrance to a kitchen and she heard the sound of something sizzling and caught the delicious scent of sausages and pancakes.
    When she entered the kitchen, she saw him. Alec. Her heart rose into her throat and blood rushed in her ears. Either she was having a never-ending dream or this was real. He was real. His dark brown hair fell over his brow as he concentrated on fixing breakfast. He wore a pair of Levis with a royal blue T-shirt, and he had on a pair of white and blue athletic shoes.
    “Good morning.” He flipped a pancake on a griddle on the stove. “Hungry?”
    To her surprise she was. She nodded and he gestured to the kitchen nook table and she saw two tall glasses of orange juice in front of two place settings.
    She glanced at the kitchen window. It looked like it was a bright and sunny day, normal for Phoenix. “What time is it?”
    He was holding the pancake spatula as he spoke. “A little after noon.”
    With surprise she said, “I never sleep that late.”
    “You needed it.” He spooned scrambled eggs onto a platter that had a tower of pancakes then placed the sausages on the same platter. He took the last pancake off the griddle, turned off the heat, and picked up the platter. “Have a seat.”
    She sat at the table and watched him as he set