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She opened her eyes and saw a paneled wall alien to her memory. Yet even as she realized she was someplace where she shouldn’t be, she still felt serene. It was as if she had come from a never-never land where dreams could be real, where everything was happiness, where a person was embraced and cherished and loved.
    Really loved, she thought abruptly, frowning then. And then she blushed to the roots of her hair, remembering the details of her dreams. Never had she dreamed so vividly.
    Her frown became a wince; she closed her eyes once again. She had been dreaming about James by the pool—not so much dreaming, really, but daydreaming, remembering. Had she been so lonely, so lost, that she had conjured such a memory, and tossed and turned alone, envisioning him with her?
    Her eyes flew open; all the gentle curves and billows of the pink clouds were gone completely, and she experienced a terrible sensation of pitching and swaying. And facts, not dreams, flooded her mind.
    Jason had called her, and she had run to the sound of his voice. And at the southern pool she had come into contact with a maniac in a spacesuit, passed out cold, and then—
    She jerked up and stared wildly around herself. The pitching and swaying must mean that she was in some kind of a boat or ship.
    Jason! Where was her son?
    Katrina practically flew out of the bed, ready to fly into battle, to scream and rant and rave and lash out in panic and fear until she found him.
    Her hand touched the door lever, and then, only then, did she pause, completely stunned.
    She was naked.
    A flush crimsoned her face, and then her entire naked body. She didn’t know whether to be terrified, furious, humiliated, or all three. But as desperate as she was about her son, she didn’t want to go flying out of the privacy of the cabin in her present state.
    Her teal maillot was on the floor at the foot of the bed, still damp. She shimmied into it breathlessly, quickly decided it wasn’t enough, then noticed a worn terry robe on the floor beyond it. She grabbed the robe; it was way too big for her, but that made her very happy, since it encompassed a good three quarters of her body.
    She tied the belt around her waist and hurriedly rolled up the sleeves, then suddenly paused again, frowning as she looked around the surprisingly roomy cabin.
    There was really nothing there. A small dresser, a smaller closet, and the bunk. There were no pictures on the wall, just the gleaming paneling.
    On the dresser, though, were a few items that set her heart to a miserable pounding: after-shave, a comb, a man’s tortoiseshell brush, a set of gold cuff-links, and an expensive black-banded diver’s watch. A new panic filled her senses. Where in hell was she? Who was the strange man in the silver spacesuit who had accosted her, yelling at her for being on her own damned property!
    She turned around in a fury, ready to grip the door and fling it open with a vengeance. Something stopped her—a sense of confusion that made her turn and survey the ten-by-ten space one more time.
    The cabin was very neat. Beneath the men’s paraphernalia, the cherry wood dresser set gleamed. Curtains in white and chocolate covered the porthole, and the floor was spotless. Only the bed—a handsome bunk tacked to the starboard side—was a mess, the sheets all twisted and awry, as if she had, indeed, lived out her erotic dreams.
    â€œNo,” she murmured aloud. And she had awakened stark naked….
    She didn’t dare think. But she did find herself walking to the bunk and fingering the sheets.
    They had been very clean; she even recognized the scent of the detergent on them, because it was the one she used herself. But there was another scent to them, something subtle and musky, like cologne mingled with the scent of freshly bathed flesh. Male flesh….
    The boat pitched suddenly, sending her crashing back to the bunk. Katrina stood, loath to touch the sheets,