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between the shower and the heaven-on-earth, oversized tub submerged into the bathroom floor next to it. A separate door behind the tub led to a completely normal toilet and sink in your basic white porcelain.
    She glanced from the shower to the bath, biting her lip in indecision. Her eye caught on the basket of soaps, shampoos, and … yes! Bubble bath and bath salts. Reaching for a knob that wasn’t there, her hand passed over a sensor and the water turned on immediately, filling the tub with perfect-temperature water. Okay.
    Her questions floated away the second she slid into the bath. Heaven. She had found heaven in the twilight zone.
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    Maybe bringing Jess here wasn’t such a good idea after all , Shane thought as he listened to the bath start up. All he could imagine was Jess undressing, unveiling the curves that had barely been hinted at in her GI, stepping naked into his tub.
    He was cracking up. He was hard as the walls surrounding them, groaning as he adjusted the bulge behind his zipper. Being uncomfortably aroused had been his perpetual state since the second she walked into the gym. Her scent was already mingling with his in the confines of his quarters. He could even smell her beneath the vanilla bubble bath she must be using. It was a gentle, sweet smell, like oleander flowers; the sweet, exotic fragrance complimented her. She was more beautiful than and probably just as toxic as that particular flower, too.
    He hadn’t even considered how she would react to the differences between his world and hers. Never gave a thought to the psychic and kinetic energies his kind used to operate simple things like entryways and illuminations. Maybe he should have taken her to a coffee shop first. At least she wasn’t the screaming type, thank the Fates. The fact that she currently lounged … naked … in his tub rather than running blind into the night was a good sign, right? What was he going to do with her? Several images popped into his mind, none of which were appropriate.
    He stomped into the kitchen, knowing there was nothing except fresh ground coffee. After looking in the cupboards anyway, he drew her scent deep into his lungs before porting himself to the community mess hall. Thanking his luck that the kitchens were empty this time of night, he grabbed a package of crackers and some sliced cheese. The container of strawberries, bottle of water and red wine were an afterthought. Debating briefly, he grabbed a couple of pints of blood from the stock. Better to be safe than sorry.

Chapter Four
     
    “ Moira,” Jess called.
    “ I was wondering when you’d show up.” Moira’s room appeared around Jess. Moira was laying on a pink floral chaise lounge, the décor perfectly matched with the cream colored walls, further complimented by dark mahogany tables scattered about the room. Jess took the pink floral chair sitting across one of the tables between her and her Aunt. Her special drink was full and waiting for her, as always, when she arrived. Nothing much ever changed in her “Moira Dreams.”
    “ Where have you been keeping yourself, girl?” Moira asked, watching Jess down her drink in one gulp. “You should have come sooner. You wouldn’t be so thirsty.”
    “ I know, things have been crazy, and I haven’t been sleeping well.” Jess set the cup back down on the table. Jess and Moira had been meeting this way since the day her mother was killed.
    It was the last conversation she had with her mother. Jess had been out in the yard, playing on her tree swing. She loved that tree swing and would stay out on it past sunset if her mother would let her. She had heard her mother and father arguing, so she was covering her ears when her mother’s voice called to her telepathically.
    “ Jessica sweet.”
    “ Yes, mother,” Jess replied
    “ Honey, mommy’s been hurt.” Jess jumped down and began to run for the house.
    “ Stop!” Her mother’s mental command stopped Jess in her tracks. “I need you