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again and something crashed. Might as well go check on her.
    “Belle?” I whispered as I opened the door.
    Well, shit .
    The table lamp lay shattered, but Belle hadn’t woken. She lay tangled in the sheets, and she hadn’t bothered with a nightie.
    You’d never guess how short she was with those long dancer’s muscles curving from heel to thigh. And that ass was a masterpiece. My eye followed lines made by God himself, over her hips and slender shoulder blades to the cascade of dark tangles that wet her pillow. The shadowy curve of her breast was just out of sight.
    My whole body hardened.
    Belle moaned in her sleep and started to roll over. The noise hit me straight in the groin and I pulled the door closed before I got another eyeful. It rattled in its frame as Belle’s energy hit the other side.
    Leaning against the wood, I tried to cool down. I’d always been a sucker for dancers, and with Mom’s studio, they’d always been around. Belle was on a whole new level.
    I would’ve felt for anyone in her situation, but something about the strength in her caramel brown eyes tugged at me. She’d taken a huge blow and freaked out for a while, but she wasn’t giving up.
    Now wasn’t the best time to go after her. Sex plus wild powers equaled disaster every time. I’d had enough of my teenage make-out sessions interrupted by house fires to remember that.  
    If we hooked up, we’d probably tear the building down.
    Instead of toughing it out with her nighttime moans, I headed downstairs to the office. Paperwork was just what I needed.

Chapter Four
    Belle
    When I woke, I stretched so luxuriously my headboard rattled. Right .
    Welcome back to reality.
    I belted on my robe and peeked into the apartment. “Hello? Ryan?” He’d said to come downstairs when I was ready, so I hoped he was busy at the office. I really didn’t want him there while I raided his closet.
    I knocked on the closed door. When he didn’t answer, I figured it was safe.
    Rumpled sheets covered a massive king-sized bed, but rather than let my imagination take over, I moved to the closet. As soon as the double doors opened, I lost my breath.
    Tall mirrored cabinets and an army of custom shelves ran from floor to ceiling. It was a socialite’s dream, and it couldn’t have been more wasted. Ryan had maybe thirty hangers worth of clothes and that gorgeous custom shoe cabinet had five—count them— five pairs of footwear.
    “Honey, you don’t know what you’re doing.” I gave a wistful sigh and dove into his drawers. He needed a woman, and fast.
    I unearthed a pair of sweats with a drawstring and the most shrunken T-shirt I could find. Unfortunately, unless he’d stashed some ex’s panties, I was going commando today. Braless was fine since I didn’t have much there anyway, but I hated going without undies. It was one thing in a sexy dress, but in sweatpants? Ick.
    One of the many convenient mirrors confirmed that I looked like a little boy, drowning in Ryan’s clothes, but there was no helping it. I took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle cologne ingrained in the clean shirt.
    I grabbed an orange from the bowl of fruit on Ryan’s countertop and headed for the office. At least it’d be empty on a Saturday.
    Well, it should’ve been.
    The doors opened to cubicle chaos. People bustled everywhere with file folders and cell phones. The mix of chatter and ringing phones hit me like a roar. This was the weekend?
    I caught a few looks on my way to Ryan’s office, but no one stared. They were probably too busy for it. Most of the lights in the hero offices were off. Panther’s were on, but I glimpsed a long set of female legs through the panel of glass. Maybe they were doing a different kind of business?
    Ruin’s door was open, so I knocked on the frame. “Morning.”
    “Morning.” He didn’t look away from his e-mail, so I took a seat on the sofa in the corner and started peeling my orange. I’d be committed to my “training” once it