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starting to seem wooden. It occasionally happened in her stories. It was almost understandable that it might happen in her dreams as well. Perhaps a little prompt would help to get them going.
    She bit her lip, imagining that it looked as good as those models on television, and then whispered, “Aren’t you going to undress me?”
    One of the men smiled brightly but rolled his eyes when the other laughed and stepped closer.
    “So…um…tell me who you are,” she said, nearly rolling her eyes the same way smiley guy did. This was definitely the kookiest sex dream she’d ever had.
    “I’m Sogarn. This is Donovan,” he said, pointing to the man beside him. Smiley guy—Donovan—gave her a wink but didn’t step any closer.
    “Okay,” she said, wondering why on Earth they were going through pleasantries when they could be having a whole lot more fun. Knowing her luck, the alarm would go off before she had a chance to finish what they hadn’t even started.
    Except that…now that she was a full-time writer she no longer set the alarm. Woo-hoo!
    But she also didn’t quite recall going to sleep. The last thing she remembered was drinking coffee on the back veranda, telling one of her wolves about her latest book. Perhaps she’d fallen asleep on the chair. It would certainly explain the cold coffee stain on her chest. But she distinctly remembered spilling her coffee when Polly had warned her about the car coming up the mountain.
    She’d hidden behind the door as men claiming to be special agents had surrounded her house and then turned into massive snakes and tried to eat her wolves.
    Um…surely none of that happened. Special agents at her door? Guys wearing suits who turned into giant black-and-white snakes? And wolves that turned into…
    Okay, proof positive that she was delusional stood in front of her.
    “Where are we?” she asked even though she really didn’t want to know.
    “In a safe house,” Sogarn said as he stepped closer to the bed. “We’re sorry you’re learning of our existence this way, but we were bound by orders not to disclose our presence.”
    “Why?”
    “Why are we here?” Sogarn asked, looking and sounding confused.
    “Why did you kidnap me?” she asked as her gaze bounced between the two of them. “And why are you purple? And what did you do with my wolves? They were protecting me, keeping me company. Hell, they were the closest I’ve come to being loved since my grandmother died.”
    Yes, she knew she was rambling, and it was quite possible she wasn’t making a whole lot of sense, but well, if she was dreaming, it wouldn’t matter, and if she wasn’t dreaming, then nothing mattered. She’d been abducted by guys who painted themselves purple.
    She wasn’t the only one on this boat needing psychiatric evaluation. Purple people? It didn’t get more ridiculous than that.
    “Wendy,” Sogarn said as Donovan also stepped closer, “we are your wolves. Less than an hour ago you sat on your back veranda, rubbed my belly with your foot, and told me about the way you stayed up late to finish your latest book.”
    “Uh-huh,” she said sarcastically. “Where were you hiding when I was talking to Silver?”
    The man cringed the same way the wolf had done when she used the name she’d tried to give him, but that didn’t prove anything other than they’d been watching her for a long time. He shook his head and glanced at the other man in the room.
    “Goddess, I hate that name,” Sogarn said with a shake of his head.
    “You think it’s any better than Blondie?” Donovan asked with a wide grin.
    “Show her,” Sogarn said with a shake of his head. He gave her a grim expression but didn’t explain what he wanted the other man to do.
    “Show me what?” Wendy asked as the man named Donovan turned into the wolf she’d called Blondie right in front of her eyes. The damn thing even jumped onto the bed and licked her face. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and tried to