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tangled up in this man, so connected that it didn’t make sense. Not after knowing him for only a couple of days.
    Even knowing he wasn’t human changed nothing.
    She clutched his broad shoulders with both hands, digging into solid flesh that would disappear when he took his natural energy form and returned to the ship. “Be safe. I want time to explore what we’re building together, okay? Don’t take unnecessary risks. Promise you’ll come back to me.”
    He nodded. “I promise I will do my best.” Then he kissed her quickly and disappeared in a swirl of blue and gold sparks. Kiera stared at the empty spot in the shower, at the water beating against the tile. Everything felt desolate, empty beyond belief without him.
    How could that be? It made no sense, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny the feelings welling up from deep inside. Maybe it was the fact he’d been inside her mind, a part of her thoughts as much as he’d connected with her body. Maybe it was just that he was everything she’d dreamed of in a man, and yet, until now, had never expected to find. For whatever reason, Tor filled a need she’d not known she had. He made her whole. Complete in a way she’d not imagined.
    And there was the terrible, frightening possibility that she could lose him, long before she’d really had a chance to know him. Sighing, Kiera turned and shut off the tap. Reaching blindly for the towel, she methodically began to dry her arms and legs. Sponged the water out of her hair, rubbed the towel across her eyes. A sob caught in her throat. Another and then another, and she knew there was no hope of regaining what little control she’d struggled to hold close.
    Giving in to all the fears she’d tried so hard to block, Kiera buried her face in the soft folds of her towel and wept.
    It wasn’t only because her heart was breaking. Analytical as ever, her thoughts seemed to twist around a single thought, that now, after she’d finally discovered a man she could trust, one she could possibly love, she might truly learn the meaning of loss.
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    Liz shivered in the morning chill as she crossed the open area between her cabin and the main lodge. This was quickly becoming her morning routine, to get up a little after six, work out in her cabin for a bit, take a quick shower, and then head to the lodge for some of Meg’s delicious coffee and a couple of rolls. It gave her plenty of time to walk over to the dream shack and relieve Finn in time for her eight o’clock shift.
    That was a favorite part of her day, too. Seeing Finn. Go figure. Opening the door, she stepped inside, inhaling the rich aroma of fresh coffee and the sweet smell of hot cinnamon rolls.
    â€œG’morning, Lizzie.”
    â€œHey, Mac. I didn’t see you. Hello, Mr. Dinkemann.” She didn’t break stride on her way to the counter with the coffee, but after she got a cup and a plate with a couple of warm rolls, she walked over to the comfortable chairs by the front window.
    It was weird enough, being on a first-name basis with a guy as rich and brilliant as Mac Dugan, but Nils Dinkemann, too? She knew she must be grinning like an idiot when the famous newsman stood to greet her.
    â€œDon’t get up.” She took a seat beside him on the big couch and set her plate on the coffee table.
    â€œThen don’t call me Mr. Dinkemann.” The emphasis was definitely on the mister, but he was laughing as he flopped back down on the couch, and damn but his teeth were as perfect as they looked on television, his smile just as sexy. Of course, so was the rest of him.
    She raised her eyebrows. “Nils?”
    â€œDink. That’s what Mac’s called me for years. At least the only name acceptable in polite company.” He glanced at Mac with enough affection in his eyes that Liz didn’t have any doubt at all where he’d spent last night. Then she noticed the