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was moving past him.
“Listen,” he said gazing up at her from the floor. “I don’t think he has an
army of those things. At least not here and not yet,” he added with a wince.
“Somehow he knows we’re here. Okay. But he can’t get to us without help, and I
just smashed the head of that poor sucker who was helping him. We’re safe here
for tonight.”
    “My being here is putting you in danger.” She could not help
her own tears. In less than two days she had grown comfortable with this man.
He had saved her life twice but it was more than that. Something about Ian
Scott drew her in and made her feel safe. The regret she had seen on his face
when he’d had to kill the creature in the bedroom made her heart ache. “I don’t
want you to die because of me.”
    He tugged her back down onto the shag carpet. “I’m not going
to die tonight,” he said smiling so brightly his eyes glowed with it. “Tonight
we’re going to stay warm and dry by this fire.” He leaned her back against the
leather couch. The mirth in his eyes changed to a new kind of intensity.
“Tonight, if you are agreeable, I will keep you very warm.”
    His lips touched hers like a whispered promise of ultimate
joy.
    She gasped and he nipped at her bottom lip.
    “Tell me that you want me, Aileen. I don’t want to be like
the others who’ve taken from you.”
    “You could never be like them,” she said touching his
stubbly cheek.
    “Tell me,” he demanded.
    “I want you, Ian,” she whispered.
    His mouth opened against hers with a hunger that frightened
her at first. She pushed at his chest but then her protest turned to desire as
she gripped his shirt.
    He pulled away. His fingers threaded through her hair. He
traced the curve of her cheek with his forefinger and then down along her
jawline.
    “My God, you’re beautiful. When I first saw you I thought
that you must be a dream.”
    “But I’ve turned into a nightmare,” she said, looking away.
    He turned her face toward his. “If this is a nightmare then
I never want to wake up.”
    “I wish I could bathe,” she said flatly.
    He laughed and kissed her cheek and then her neck. His mouth
moved down between her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against
the couch.
    He was gone.
    Her eyes snapped open.
    Standing above her grinning, he said, “Stay here. I’ll be
back.”
    She had no idea where he went or how long he was gone but
some time later she woke to his gentle shaking.
    “Aileen, come on.”
    He helped her up.
    “Where are we going?” she asked.
    “You said you wanted a bath.”
    She rubbed her eyes and focused on him. He had shed his
jeans and flannel shirt and was wrapped in a white hotel robe.
    He led her down a hall past reception. There was a large
apartment tucked in the back of the lodge.
    “This must have been where the owner lived,” he said. A fire
was burning in the small fireplace and a pot was sitting on the hearth. Pulling
her by the hand he took her through the living room and kitchen area to a
bedroom and adjacent bath. The claw-foot tub was not full but it held about
eight inches of water and steam was rising. On a small wooden chair lay another
white hotel robe and a pair of white slippers.
    “Ian, where did you get so much water? Is the plumbing
working?”
    He shook his head and pointed to two five-gallon buckets
near an outside door. “Snow can occasionally be useful.” He turned to
leave.
    She worked at the buttons of her jeans and then stopped.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
    He smiled and she could see desire sparking in his green
eyes.
    “You enjoy your bath. I already washed up.” He turned away.
    He was halfway out the door when she called, “Ian.”
    He turned.
    “Thank you.”
    He nodded once and left.
    The sensation of warm water and soap was almost as erotic as
the idea of the man waiting in the living room. He had left her a bar of soap
that was very dry and cracked but it lathered nicely and she washed her