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me.”
    “Now, there is where you’re wrong.” She pursed her lips. “I know evil when I sense it. Like I said, you don’t know me, but I know things sometimes. Well, not like my cousin Julie knows things. But I can see his aura, and it’s black. No color at all. Do you know what that means?” Shit . This man was going to think she was insane.
    His eyes widened, and he dropped her hand as the elevator doors opened. They moved toward her room.
    Tamara took her room key from her waist pack and reached for the door.
    “Yes,” he said at last, “I know what it means. And you will stay away from him.”

Chapter Five
    Tamara stopped with the key halfway in the lock on her door and whirled around. “What did you say?”
    “You heard me,” he said.
    A twinge of frustrated anger sparked inside her. She didn’t tolerate her younger brother ordering her around, and she surely wasn’t going to tolerate anyone else to either. She raised a finger and pointed it at his chest. “Oh, no, we aren’t even going down this path. Let me stop you right there.” Her finger poked at hard as rock muscles, and his eyes widened, this time in surprise. “I’ve raised three sisters and a brother. Nobody tells me what to do. I make my own decisions, buster. If you think for an instant I’ll let some overgrown child tell me to stay away from the playground bully, you’ve got another thing coming.”
    His brow raised, and his oh so heavenly full lips quirked into a smile. “Overgrown child?”
    “You know what I mean.” Tamara’s stomach twisted inside. She really hadn’t meant to come on so strong, but, then, she hadn’t expected the sudden humor in his eyes either. That smile did something to her insides, making her muscles quiver like Jell-O.
    He softened, leaning toward her, his face so close.
    Until now, she’d disregarded how much like her dream man he looked. Well, she’d tried to ignore it. Just like she’d tried not to notice how arousing that small tattoo on his cheek was. But, then, he offered her his crooked half smile, and strange things happened inside her. Damn, he’s sexy .
    “Is that how you see me?” He rested one arm on the doorframe, leaning toward her. Despite the casual pose, he reeked of masculine strength. Power rolled over her, pulling her ever closer to his heat, feathering across her body like wings.
    The tingle along her skin, so light and so warm, was like magick. Or was it her imagination? But when his breath whispered across her face, his masculine scent drove all inquisitive thoughts from her mind. Her eyes fluttered, though she fought to keep them open.
    His scent was hard, edgy, and oh so male. It took all she had to not lean forward and inhale like some drug addict.
    Any other time, someone so tall and imposing leaning over her like this would set off all kinds of alarms in her head. Yet, with Ramose, she didn’t feel uncomfortable. Was that because of the dream? If so, she was headed for a big disappointment, because there was no way this man was the same one.
    She would not let him kiss her. That was so not happening on her first night in Egypt.
    Was it?
    He waited, with that crooked half smile, his head cocked to one side.
    “What?” she finally asked, realizing she’d forgotten his question.
    “Like an overgrown child?” His eyes darkened, and the edge of purple energy flashed along the perimeter of his body.
    Tamara’s breath hitched, her lips curving into a smile. She’d bet if he could see her aura, it’d be more than edged with purple. Aw, hell, maybe it was going to happen. What was the harm in a simple kiss? “Aren’t all men overgrown children?”
    What was she doing? Her voice didn’t even sound like hers. Instead, it sounded like some come-hither sex goddess or something. She bit her lip, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away.
    He chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. “I have not been called a child for many, many years, Tamara.” His soft,