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the distance remained.
    “Who… what are you?” Arianna whispered, her voice cracking.
    The man’s eyes were hooded, dark and impenetrable. And then they lowered, began to rove her body. Arianna bit back a low moan as fingers of heat danced arousal over her flesh. The feeling was intimate, palpable, as if he were physically touching her.
    She saw him frown, give his head a shake. With that, the erotic sensations ceased.
    The strange interlude left Arianna juggling a confusing jumble of emotions. There was fear, of course, and anxiety. But underlying that was a raw sensual hunger, an aching sense of intimacy. Feelings all at odds with one another, as if each vied for supremacy.
    And all the while, her survival instincts were screaming at her. “Run from him! Run as far and fast as you can and don’t look back.” Something told Arianna that if she ignored this internal warning, life as she knew it would never be the same again.
    The enigmatic stranger had yet to speak. But, as if he had sensed her inner turmoil, his gaze sharpened on hers. Arianna could feel herself falling, tumbling into the deep, dark depths of those captivating eyes. Intriguing, she mused, the way his irises seemed to refract the lightning. Transformed into dizzying, multi-faceted prisms, his eyes became a nebulous shade of gold-flecked green she had never seen before.
    Except in her dreams….
    Arianna gave herself a mental shake. You gotta get a grip . Death coaches and vampires and dream lovers incarnate—Oh, my. Seriously?
    She needed to snap out of it, get back on the road. Not that her silent companion seemed to be in any hurry to offer assistance. Lounging against the back door of her car, he stared at her, arms crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders straining the leather of the bomber jacket he was wearing. It was a relentless assessment bordering on impolite.
    Irritation narrowed her eyes, making it increasingly obvious that she had imagined the whole dark angel thing. Crossing her own arms in mimicry, she raised her brows. “Take a picture, why don’t you.”
    He frowned, blinked once. “Sorry?”
    Just one word. And a shiver of recognition slid through her. Impossible, she knew. But even the hot Irish whiskey voice sounded the same, full-flavored and intoxicating, with a twist of danger.
    She swallowed. “You should be.” Her head motioned toward the car. “Mind telling me just what the devil that was all about?”
    His mouth set in a thin line. “You tell me. Then we’ll both know, won’t we.”
    His arrogance fanned the flickering flames of her temper. “Well, I will tell you one thing, buddy boy. You’ve got some colossal nerve putting your hands on me like that.” Bad-tempered, tired and reckless, Arianna leaned in closer. “You know, a stupid stunt like that could get a man hurt.”
    And a woman couldn’t help but be intrigued by the flash of fire in those strange feline eyes, a burst of heat turning the golden flecks into molten metal.
    Pushing off the car, he took a step toward her. “‘Twould be yourself then, would it? The one inflicting this pain you’re just after mentioning?” His voice pitched low, seductive. A beat of arousal pulsed into the deepest heart of her.
    He moved to tower over her, an intentional invasion of her personal space. Intimidation, it was meant to make her feel small and insignificant. Mastered.
    Silly man. A cynical grin lifted the corners of her mouth; obstinacy stiffened her spine. And yet, with all her bravado, she knew wisdom dictated she keep one important fact in mind. That, notwithstanding his insane resemblance to someone who, in reality, didn’t even exist , the big man with the bad attitude was a complete and total stranger.
    Problem. She just wasn’t feeling very wise. So, instead of retreating, she stepped boldly into the man, leaving no more than a hairsbreadth of space between them. Big mistake. Because just one whiff of his wild and woodsy scent elicited more