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lighting that strobed on occasion. The place was clean, though, which was a nice change from the stereotype she’d created in her mind.
    Just shy of nine o’clock, the partying had begun. Apparently the nightlife started early in Texas, or maybe it was just the Riverwalk. Whichever it might be, Hannah was going to need that drink, and fast. She was stressing about what that touch on the boat had meant for her and Dominic. She wasn’t sure if he had experienced the same sensual vibe she had, but he had definitely felt something. Her only saving grace was the fact that he didn’t understand what Atingere meant. Come to think of it, Hannah didn’t know a whole lot about it, either. Now that they had experienced the touch, she wasn’t sure if they were bonded or not. A barrage of questions stormed her mind: Was this her only chance to find a guardian? Did she even want one? Would Dominic want to be one? They continued on, making her feel helpless. She was going to have to call Miranda. Tonight.
    Dominic gave the room a sweeping gaze, and pointed at the bar. “They’re over there!”
    Hannah nodded, and gestured for him to lead the way. She was careful not to touch his bare skin, as they navigated through the crowd, but snagged a handful of his shirt to make sure she didn’t get left behind.
    Dominic sauntered up to a stocky guy leaning against the bar, and clasped hands with him. “Nathan, glad you could make it.”
    “Wouldn’t miss it, man.” Nathan smiled. His hair was dark and short—military short—and his skin was lightly tanned. A deep scar ran from his hairline down to his left eye, stopping just before the eyelid started. He looked over Dominic’s shoulder at Hannah. “Nice seminar today. I liked what you had to say.”
    “Thanks,” Hannah replied over the music. She didn’t recognize Nathan, but there had been over two hundred people in the auditorium this afternoon, so she wasn’t surprised.
    “Nathan,” Dominic said. “This is Hannah Ward, earth specialist, and all-around tree lover.”
    Nathan laughed and offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
    “You too.” Hannah gave Dominic a little nudge as she took Nathan’s hand. “Are you an environmentalist as well?”
    “Yeah, of a sort. Mainly I just tag along for the ride.”
    “Nathan provides protection,” Dominic chimed in. “Like some of the others in our merry group.”
    Hannah frowned. “Protection?”
    “Some of the places we go to protest aren’t very keen on civil rights,” Dominic answered. He motioned to the bartender, then glanced at Hannah. “I owe you a drink...”
    “Manhattan,” Hannah said without hesitation. Her nerves had begun to settle, but taking the edge off always helped with breaking the ice.
    “Where’s everyone else?” Dominic asked Nathan, after ordering her drink and a beer for himself.
    Nathan jabbed a heavy thumb toward the dance floor. “Couldn’t help themselves.”
    Dominic gave Nathan a concerned look. “And, what about you? Shouldn’t you be out there too?”
    “Saving my energy.”
    “Ah,” Dominic said in a knowing tone. “Monica’s here.”
    Hannah was a fairly good judge of body language—facial expressions really—and the look Nathan gave Dominic was one of pure smugness: arched brow combined with shit-eating-grin. No mistaking it. Someone thinks he’s getting laid tonight, she thought, trying not to laugh.
    Their drinks arrived in short order. Hannah’s Manhattan was served in a highball glass. She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen one since college. Oh, hell .
    She must have made a face or something because Dominic started laughing. He shook his head while looking at her drink and said, “That’s your fault. Not mine.”
    “What?” Nathan looked between the two of them, befuddled.
    “Nothing,” Hannah said, and took a long sip of her drink, intent on getting a buzz as quickly as possible.
    Dominic continued to chuckle as Nathan looked on blankly.
    “You’re full of