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back into line. It wasn’t easy.
    He was tall enough that his head nearly hit the ceiling. His long black hair framed a face that looked tough and mean and sort of familiar somehow. Which was weird, because if she’d ever run into this guy before, she sooo would have remembered. He was wearing a dark green shirt tucked into brown suede pants. His knee-high, dark brown leather boots were flat soled and were stitched with what looked like gold thread. Around his waist there was a wide leather belt with a knife sheathed in a scabbard.
    Okay, gorgeous and clearly dangerous.
    But it was his eyes that grabbed her. They were pale, pale green. The eyes she’d seen when those visions had raced through her mind earlier.
    “What the hell is going on with me today?”
    “Maggie Donovan?”
    “How do you know me? How’d you get in here?” Cold air was still wafting out from behind her, sending a chill over her backside that seeped right down into her bones. Weird, because there was a wall of heat coming from her gorgeous intruder that was blasting her from the front.
    Could she simultaneously combust and freeze?
    “We must talk,” he told her. “It’s your time.”
    “My time? My time for what? No, never mind. Don’t want to know. Just get out. I have a dog. . . .” Just where the hell was her dog, anyway? “She doesn’t like intruders. She’ll bite your ass.” Hmm. Hormone issues again. Her grip on the milk jug tightened, and she really hoped she didn’t break it before she could use it like a weapon.
    “You talk too much.”
    “Thanks so much for your input. Maybe you didn’t hear me tell you to get out. I’ve got a silent alarm that goes directly to the police station.” Yes, a lie, but Maggie wasn’t very concerned about playing fair with an intruder. “They’re probably on the way right now, so don’t even try to hurt me.”
    “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.”
    “Oh, I bet you tell that to all your victims.”
    “Can’t you be silent?”
    “Why should I be? It’s my house, and you’re awfully snotty for a pretty burglar.”
    “Snotty?” He snarled the word. “Do you know who I am ?”
    “No. That’s the point. I don’t know who the hell you are, or why you’re in my house or even why my dog isn’t here chewing on you!”
    “I’ve never known a female like you.”
    “Am I supposed to care?” she snapped. Her gaze whipped around the kitchen as she wondered if the walls were somehow shrinking. He seemed to be taking up a lot of space. “You need to get the hell out of my house.”
    He planted both hands on his hips and braced those incredibly long legs of his wide apart. Damn .
    “I felt the power shift this morning. It’s finally happened, and it’s time for you to accept your destiny.”
    She shook her head. “Are you serious? A burglar wants to talk about my destiny? I don’t have a destiny. I’m pretty much a destiny-free zone.”
    “Burglar?” he repeated, fury filling his features with a dark red flush that only made his eyes look paler, more haunting. “You believe I’m a thief?”
    “What’m I supposed to think? I didn’t invite you in. Yet here you are, and you’re carrying a knife .” Maybe she shouldn’t have brought that up.
    “You insult me.”
    “Oh, I insulted you ?” Maggie muttered, then told herself to stop talking to the man. Did she really want to go out of her way to anger an armed intruder? Was that really the wise choice here?
    “You try me, Maggie Donovan.”
    “No, thanks.”
    He frowned again, and she noticed how easily his features shifted into that expression.
    “I will start again. I’ve come to talk to you. It’s your time, and you must—”
    “The only must around here is you leaving. I don’t have to talk to you. Who the hell are you?”
    “I am—”
    “And what do you mean, my time?” Her arm was starting to hurt with the weight of the gallon milk jug dragging on her. But she couldn’t put it down. Some