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one way and then the other, changing the angle, changing the pressure, changing the very terms of his existence.
    Desperate to satisfy his craving for intimate contact with her, he slid one hand down her body, pulling her hips against his erection.
    She moaned, moving against him in a way that told him she was as aroused as he.
    Thank God.
    His other hand moved between them, cupping one of her breasts, then stroking his fingers across the hardened crest.
    He needed to be on top of her, needed to plunge inside her.
    And she kissed him with the same desperation.
    He was about to drag her down to the horizontal surface under their feet when another voice cut through the vivid daydream, or whatever it was.
    â€œGo on. Git! You got no place here.”
    A man was speaking to him, and he fought an instant feeling of disorientation as he was pulled back into the heat of a tropical night.
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    ANNA blinked. From far away, she heard the calypso band playing a little fanfare.
    Reaching out, she grabbed the edge of the table in front of her, pressing her fingers against the hard surface, anchoring herself to the world.
    She had been sitting there, getting ready to go out and do her show. Then she had been…in another place. Somewhere else. Somewhere she didn’t want to be. With a man who wanted her. A man whose voice spoke inside her head.
    Alarm zinged along her nerve endings.
    What had happened to her?
    She had no reference point to describe the strange experience. And she couldn’t afford the luxury of dealing with it now.
    Yeah, right.
    She didn’t want to deal with it.
    And she had a perfect excuse for thrusting it away with an almost physical effort; she had a job to do. And she was too well disciplined to let this strange experience interfere.
    To give herself more distance from the past few minutes, she stood, almost knocking over her chair. She righted it, gripping the back until she felt steady enough to walk.
    She had learned to push her own feelings to the background and focus on other people with a single-minded concentration. She did something like that now, imagining the whole audience out in the show room, waiting for her. They would be disappointed if she didn’t go out there and give them the performance that they’d paid to see.
    But she was still fighting for every scrap of self-control she could muster as she held on to the chair and breathed the stale air inside the club, grounding herself in the world around her.
    â€œThink about what you have to do now,” she ordered herself.
    When she felt steady enough to let go of the wooden rungs, she turned and opened the door, then hurried down the hall toward the stage. Toward reality. And sanity.
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    ZACH struggled to pull himself back to reality. Someone was speaking to him. A man.
    The man from the dream? The guy who had made it clear with a few angry words that they were bitter enemies?
    He got ready to defend himself, then realized the nemesis from the dream had vanished. Or maybe he’d never been there.
    No. The man speaking now was someone…out here on the street.
    Zach was back in front of the Sugar Cane Club, staring at the poster of Anna.
    â€œCome in, mon. Twenty dollar cover charge. You have a good time here,” an islander wearing a brilliant white T-shirt said. He was standing beside the door, gesturing toward the interior.
    â€œWhat?” Zach croaked.
    â€œCome in, mon. We put on a great show here. Magic Anna. She amazing.”
    Magic Anna.
    Zach swallowed, pressing the soles of his shoes into the sidewalk and trying to figure out what had just happened to him.
    In the daydream, or whatever it was, he had been aroused—ready for sex with the woman in his arms. The woman on the poster. Apparently the effects were only in his mind, thank God.
    And he could still walk away from whatever had happened in that out-of-body experience. Maybe he should walk away. Or more likely, run as fast as he could in