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Susan frowned as she saw a line of awful bruising around his neck—like the cat might have had from the collar…
    She wasn’t sure if that comforted her or scared her. Lowering the lamp, she reached to touch the bruised area so that she could feel for his pulse. God, he had a sexy neck. The kind a woman dreamed about teasing between her teeth.
    Focus, Susan, focus. This isn’t about sex, this is about a naked stranger in your house.
    One she wanted out of here, ASAP. And luckily his pulse was beating strongly against her fingertips.
    Still, he didn’t try to grab her.
    Maybe he wasn’t faking after all.
    “Okay,” she breathed. He was alive and unconscious on her floor. Where did that leave her?
    Up stinky creek sans a paddle.
    Sighing, she continued to stare at the bruise on his neck. He couldn’t really be the cat, could he?
    “Oh, don’t be stupid. This so can’t be happening. Not now. Not to me.”
    And yet it was. She couldn’t deny the fact that there was a gorgeous naked man on her floor and the cat appeared to have completely vanished.
    No, it had to be some kind of trick. Something like a Criss Angel stunt—he was the king of pulling off incredible illusions while millions of people watched. Never had she believed in magic of any kind and she wasn’t about to buy into that crap now. She only believed in what she could see and feel.
    And you could feel him right now. No one would
ever
know
…
    “Oh, get thee behind me, Id.” But then it had been way too long since she’d had a naked guy around, and she’d never had one around who was quite this fine. Of course there was a really good reason for that. Most guys who looked like this weren’t exactly date material. They were more the players who came and went so fast that they often left skid marks on a woman’s heart and in her bedroom.
    That was the last thing she needed in her life.
    Returning her thoughts to her dilemma, Susan glanced to her couch, where she’d taken cover when the lightning had started—an easy trick to pull off probably. They could have rigged something to her outlets to cause the lightning and friction. Maybe that’s what had thrown her back when she’d pulled the collar off—it could have been some kind of remote. Then, while she’d been distracted by the light show, this guy must have traded places with the cat.
    Yeah, that was it. That made sense.
    Now he was pretending to be unconscious. He had to be.
    She looked up at the ceiling. “If you’re filming this, I’m not amused. It’ll take more than this to make me believe the cat turned into Mr. Gorgeous.”
    There was no response. Fine. Let them laugh. At least she got some good eye candy out of it.
    Licking her dry lips, she studied him carefully. He lay as if in some kind of coma, but if he was an actor, that would be easy to fake, too. Against her better judgment, she reached out and brushed the hair from his face until she could see him.
    Her breath caught. His features were chiseled and perfect. His eyebrows finely arched, his cheekbones high and covered by at least two days’ worth of black whiskers. He had an almost sullen, bad-boy look to him. It was smoldering and animalistic. Magnetic. That moody, dark sexuality that made every woman pant whenever a guy like this came on the scene.
    And those sensuous lips of his, completely kissable. Yeah, it was hard to be this close to him and not take advantage of it. Honestly, he was the best-looking guy she’d ever seen in the flesh.
    All of a sudden, she started laughing. Deep and loud. She couldn’t help herself. Good Lord, how weird was this?
    Over and over, she could hear Leo’s voice in her head:

    “CAT TURNS INTO STUNNING NAKED MAN IN
    SINGLE WOMAN’S HOME … WOMEN STAMPEDING
    LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTERS EVERYWHERE.
    KEEP YOUR CAT UNDER LOCK AND KEY.“

    It made her wonder who she should call… a doctor or a vet.
    She froze as that thought triggered another. “Angie.”
    That was it. Angie had to have