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disturb my sleep.”
    “Then you’ve seen your share of horrors.”
    “Many in the past, and I expect more in the future.”
    Sheer curiosity to dissect this enigmatic man drew her to his side. “At the risk of sounding idealistic and illogical, I don’t understand why the world has to be that way.”
    “Evil,” he said, a strong cast of anger in his tone. “I have seen unspeakable acts forced on innocents by those with no conscience.”
    “So have I.” She had been the victim of that very thing, though she refused to see herself as a victim. “It has made me rethink my career choice. I’m considering returning to the States when I go back to work.”
    “You will never be happy.”
    She faced him, leaned a hip against the wall and rested her elbow atop the ledge. “You’re very bold to make that presumption.”
    Finally, he turned toward her and made eye contact. “I know your kind. You live for adventure and the thrill of chasing the story. You said in your biography you choose to ignore danger to seek the truth.”
    Damn the internet. “Yes, I did, but I’m not sure I feel that way anymore.”
    He gave her a look of surprise laced with suspicion. “Has something happened to change your attitude?”
    The question had hit too close to home. If not careful, she might start confessing. “Burnout, I guess you could say. And it’s definitely time for me to retire. If I’m lucky, this little jaunt through the snake-ridden garden has tired me out enough to drift off fairly quickly. Thanks so much for the companionship. I truly enjoyed it.”
    When Sunny turned and started away, he quickly clasped her hand. The sudden action caused her to wrest away and turn toward him, a knee-jerk reaction she’d developed since the attack.
    “I do not wish to harm you,” he said in a tempered tone.
    She shivered slightly. “I know, and I apologize for my jumpiness. Just a little fallout due to the job. I’ve learned to always be on guard.”
    He pushed off the wall and approached her, leaving a scant few inches between them when he stopped. Then without warning, he reached out and pushed a tendril of hair from her cheek. “I find you very captivating, Sunny McAdams, and I hope I have the pleasure of speaking with you at length again.”
    “That’s definitely a possibility,” she said then hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “But if I don’t get some rest, the next time you see me I might be babbling like a mad woman.”
    He smiled again. A fully formed smile that lessened the intensity in his eyes, but not his appeal. Not in the least. “Should you require assistance during the night, I am residing in the room next to yours.”
    That fact certainly wouldn’t do a darn thing for her insomnia. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “That would be my pleasure.”
    The way he’d said
pleasure—
in a deep, sensual tone—prompted some fairly sexual images in Sunny’s muddled mind. And long after she left Rayad to settle into bed, she allowed them to fully form—only to have horrendous memories interrupt the welcome bliss.
    She wondered if she would ever move past her fears and resume a normal life. If she would ever forget the harrowing experience. If she would ever be able to trust a man again.
    For some reason, she truly wanted to trust Rayad Rostam, but she wasn’t certain she could.

Three
    H e had never met a woman who recoiled at an innocent touch...until tonight. Rayad had pondered Sunny’s reaction as he stripped off all of his clothing and stretched out on his back on the bed, naked.
    He had wanted to kiss her and would have attempted it if not for her response. She had not necessarily been repulsed, but she had been afraid. He suspected that fear stemmed from a recent experience. He had seen it in her eyes, heard the wariness in her voice when he had asked about her decision to return home. Unless he knew the cause of her fear, he could only speculate. Yet he truly