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affect on her, but him saying her name was like the call of a siren that had her mind filling with images of sweat-dampened sheets, wet skin and panting breath. She tried to ignore the feelings and shake off the images as she answered.
    “I’m an artist.”
    “Really? What’s your medium?”
    “Actually I now do everything on the computer, but occasionally I still do oils.”
    “And you should see her stuff!” Kelly exclaimed.
    “I’d like to,” Morgan replied.
    “She makes me out to be better than I am,” Sara said and changed the subject. Talking about herself was not something she enjoyed. “Let’s talk about you,” she asked even though she already knew the answer.
    “Morgan’s a photographer,” Chris supplied.
    “ The Morgan Nicholaus?”
    “Yeah, that’s me.”
    Safely on a subject that she’d been passionate about for years—namely his work—Sara was about to forget her shyness and the awkwardness of the situation. She was a huge fan of his and considered him one of the most talented photographers in the world. If he was the man she was supposed to save, she guessed she could count herself lucky. Even if he did send her hormones spiraling.
    “I love your work. Your show at ICP last year was amazing.”
    “You saw the exhibit?” Morgan asked.
    “Are you kidding? I nearly starved for three months to make the trip to see it! This is really incredible. I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here talking with Morgan Nicholaus. I’m probably one of your biggest fans.”
     
    Morgan fought the smile that rose on his face. Why it should make him so incredibly happy that a woman he’d just met was a fan of his work was a mystery. And yet her compliments meant more than any accolades he’d ever received.
    Part of him wanted to bask in the feelings. Another part was still in a tailspin. How could he have dreamed her? Made love to her in his mind? Taken her over and again, in every way possible, seeing her as a submissive, watching her passion overtake her and carry them both tumbling into ecstasy?
    “Well, thanks,” he said, trying to shove back questions, and to put a halt to his rising erection. “But the camera does most of the work.”
    “You’re too modest,” she argued. “Your use of light is unparalleled and the way you capture the…the essence of expression in your subject’s eyes is masterful.”
    “Looks like she wasn’t lying, Morgan,” Chris quipped. “I think maybe she is your biggest fan.”
    Morgan chuckled as Sara blushed and looked away. “Must be my lucky day. I always wondered if I had a biggest fan.”
    “Well, she’s not all that big,” Kelly jumped into the conversation. “But she isn’t lying. I think she has every book of photos you’ve ever published and her bedroom has—”
    “I think I’ve had enough embarrassment for one day, Kel,” Sara cut in softly.
    Kelly giggled at the gentle admonishment. “Oops, sorry.”
    “Now wait a minute,” Chris said. “You can’t leave us hanging like that. What’s this about Sara’s bedroom?”
    Kelly elbowed him gently. “You heard the lady. She doesn’t want you-know-who to know you-know-what’s hanging in her bedroom.”
    Everyone laughed, including Sara. “Okay, fine,” she said and turned to face Morgan. “I am the proud owner of number ninety-seven of the numbered prints of Seraphim . It’s hanging in my bedroom and not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could create something that beautiful and…and touching.”
    Morgan felt heat rise to his face. The photo she referred to was one he’d taken when he was twenty-two, traveling in Europe. He’d been wandering an old cemetery, taking shots of the gravestones, when he came upon an elderly woman kneeling by a grave, arranging fresh flowers on it.
    She’s been talking quietly while she worked but stopped when she realized he was watching, and sat back on her heels, motioning him over with one hand.
    Morgan had spent more than an hour talking with