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bags he'd dropped in the center of the floor. "This is a trailer, angel face, not a suite at the Ritz. What you see is what you get."
    "But—" She clamped her mouth shut. Her throat felt dry and her stomach quivered.
    The bed took up most of one end of the trailer, separated from the rest only by a sagging length of wire holding a faded brown curtain that was pushed back against the wall. The bedsheets tangled with a few items of clothing, a bath towel, and something that appeared from a distance to be a heavy black belt.
    "The mattress is nice and comfortable," he said.
    "I'm sure the couch will be fine for me."
    "Whatever."
    She heard a series of metallic clinks and turned to see him unloading his pockets on the cluttered kitchen counter: change, truck keys, wallet.' 'I was living in another trailer until a week ago, but it was too small for two people, so I arranged for this one. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to call my interior decorator." He jerked his head. "Donnicker's in there. It's the only thing I've had time to clean up. You can try to fit your stuff into that storage closet behind you. Spec starts in an hour; stay away from the elephants."

    Donnicker? Spec?
    "I really don't think I can live like this," she said. "It's filthy."
    "You're right about that. I guess it needs a woman's touch. There's some cleaning stuff under the sink."
    He moved past her to get to the door, then paused. The next thing she knew, he had crossed back to the counter and repocketed his wallet.
    She was deeply offended. "I'm not a thief."
    "Of course you're not. And let's just keep it that way." His chest brushed her arm as he turned sideways to slip past her to the door. "Today we have shows at five and eight. Be at both of them."
    "Stop it right now! I can't stay in this awful place, and I'm not cleaning up your filth!"
    He glanced absently down at the toe of his boot, then back up at her. She gazed into those pale golden eyes and felt a quiver of dread, along with a sensation of heightened awareness that she was afraid to examine too closely.
    He slowly lifted his hand, and she flinched as he clasped it gently around her throat. She felt the light abrasion of his thumb as he began rubbing the hollow just beneath her ear in something that felt very much like a caress. "Listen to me, angel face," he said softly. "We can do this easy, or we can do it rough. Either way, I'm going to win. You decide how it'll be."
    Their gazes locked. In a moment that lasted forever, he wordlessly demanded that she submit to him. His eyes seemed to burn through her, dissolving her clothes, her skin, until she felt naked and open, with all her weaknesses exposed. She wanted to run away and hide, but the force of his will held her in place.
    His hand moved across her throat, then brushed the boxy satin jacket down on her arms. It fell to the floor with a whisper. He touched the lacy gold strap of the dress beneath and slipped it over her shoulder. She wore no bra—the dress wouldn't allow it—and her heart began to pound.
    With the tip of his finger, he drew the lace down on her breast until it caught on her nipple. Then he bent his head and put his teeth to the soft flesh he had exposed.
    Her breath caught as she felt the nip. It should have been painful, but her nerve endings registered the small bite as pleasure. She felt the brash of his hand in her hair, and then he turned away, having left his mark on her, just like a wild animal. That was when she knew what his eyes had reminded her of. A creature of prey.
    The trailer door swung on its hinges. He stepped outside and gazed back at her, dropping the white gardenia he had stolen from her hair.
    It burst into flames.
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    Daisy slammed the door against the burning flower and pressed her fingers to her breast. What kind of man had the power of fire under his command?
    As her heart thudded under her hand, she reminded herself that this was a circus, a place of illusion. He must have picked up a few magic