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as not to reach out to her. He closed his eyes to block out all external interference and let his imagination flow.
    She looked up at him, blue eyes half-closed as her soft lips invited his kiss. The suit he wore pained him as his erection strained the fabric but still he didn't move. Her heartbeat sped up as he gathered her in his arms…
    His eyes snapped open. Her heartbeat had sped up. Was there someone else in the room with her? Someone she found desirable? His eyes narrowed and he risked walking by the door, stealth lending him the silence of a big cat.
    No one was in there with her. Deanna had her eyes closed as she sat behind her desk. Ian couldn't tear himself away from the sight of her. She opened her eyes again and he hurried out of sight, rounding a corner just as she reached her doorway and scanned the empty hall.
    Ian moved on, shaken by what he'd just witnessed. Had she sensed him the same way he sensed her? Mortals weren't generally capable of that. He'd have to be more cautious, only tapping into her essence from a distance.
    He shouldn't be thinking of her at all but Ian knew it was far too late for that.

Chapter Seven
     
    Something brushed her mind as Deanna scribbled notes onto a pad. Her hand halted and she closed her eyes as the feeling grew. The sensual tingle startled her with a rush of longing. Her lips parted as her heart pounded to a beat of desire.
    Deanna's eyes flew open and she gripped the edge of the desk for support. What just happened? A shadow figure raced past the doorway as she glanced up. Embarrassed, she wondered if someone had been standing there while she'd gone into her little trance. Hurrying over to the door, she gazed down the hallway. No one was there. All this talk of haunted properties had her jumping at shadows.
    Fiona poked her head inside the door a short while later. "Are you still here? It's Friday night. Go have a bit of fun in town."
    Deanna smiled at the thought. It might be fun at that but she didn't have her bearings yet. "I'll probably curl up with a movie tonight. I haven't had a chance to meet people yet."
    "I hear a lot of people your age talking about the Iron Horse," Fiona said. "It sounds like a great club."
    "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." Deanna watched Fiona leave with a wave of her hand and sat back with a bemused smile on her face. People her age? Fiona couldn't be more than a few years older but she made it sound like they were decades apart.
    Whatever. It was time to call it quits anyway. Working all afternoon without a break had put a kink in her shoulder. She'd take a long shower and go eat a late dinner. Her next two days were free for the weekend. Maybe she'd wander through the town, although it'd be more fun with another person. Perhaps Cassie had some free time. Deanna decided to call and ask her.
    Deanna didn't have to make the call—Cassie had already left a message for her on the phone in the apartment, wanting to know if she'd like to go out with the group tonight. Hurrying to take a shower and change, Deanna had just enough time to meet the group in the lobby.
    ***
    Ian stood in the shadows as Deanna met with a few people in the lobby. One of the men touched her on the shoulder, eliciting a low growl from Ian's throat. He reminded himself that Deanna should have friends to relax with—but he didn't like the attention the male showed her. He gloated when she sidestepped the man's arm.
    Drifting out the door after them, he smiled as she got in her own vehicle to follow. That made sense; the others lived in town and would be inconvenienced to bring her back here. Ian struggled with the notion of following her. He didn't have the right to spy on her activities.
    Snow fell in his face as the trail of taillights disappeared from view. He felt her excitement, a strong counterpoint to his glum mood. Leaden feet carried him back inside the building; every step back to his apartment more difficult than the last.
    Would having Deanna in his arms for