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he leaned over another box, ignoring her question. How can a box be a safety concern?
    “Listen to me. You cannot fall into the wrong hands.” He stood from his search of the box and moved past her and back into the house. “What did he take?” Maxim called over his shoulder.
    Fall into whose hands? He’s crazy!
    She started from a new angle, “Why’ve I been dreaming about you?”
     
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    She was full of endless questions about things he wasn’t permitted to answer. His muscles tensed. He expected most of them: why was he in her house, who was he, and what was he looking for. But instead she asked about her dreams.
    Impossible! She can’t remember me. The Oneiroi had worked for thousands of years under the impression humans were unable to remember their presence. He knew she had recognized him at the coffee shop. Now, a decision needed to be made. Either tell her the truth or fabricate a lie to explain his presence--and that of Darius and his men.
    His evening was not going as planned.
    He took the cowardly route. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
    “Cut the crap. I figure you’re not here to hurt me, you’ve had plenty of opportunities for that. You haven’t ransacked my valuables either, so I’m left wondering what you want. And who the hell were those other guys?” She looked at him, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
    But what a lovely face.
    She wasn’t buying his story. He wanted to curse his brother, wait...make that both of his brothers. One sent him on a fool’s mission, while the other was trying to sabotage it.
    His search complete, it was time for him to leave. The truth was he didn’t want to leave. He’d rather stay. Maybe start a new ‘search’ into what was hidden under her robe.
    Instead, Maxim mentally pushed himself toward the exit. He followed the wall around and back to the kitchen door. All the while, the girl and her dog followed three steps behind him. The door was within reach, the time had come to make his escape.
    As Maxim slipped out the back door he heard ‘What the hell?’
    She is still full of questions . He glided through the side gate.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Trepidation coursed through her body and her stomach tensed. Her fingertip again massaged the familiar spot in the worn couch. “His name’s Maxim.”
    Dr. Applegate stared at Lucessa. She thinks I’m crazy. Stark raving mad. She had a hard time not believing it herself. Everything was too much to comprehend. Just like his visit to the coffee shop, he’d come and gone with little more than a ‘how do you do’. At least she’d learned his name: Maxim Lucas. It fit him. It was a strong name, confident, and a bit mysterious. And, oh so sexy.
    Emotion after emotion had fought for control of her person since Maxim had fled her home the night before. Guilt over the attraction to another man, anticipation of seeing said man again, and desperation...
    “What’re you thinking right now, Lucessa? Be honest with yourself. This is important.”
    “I’m thinking it’s wrong that I find him so appealing and exciting. Greg’s only been gone a year and part of me feels I’m betraying his memory.” Lucessa took a deep, pained breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t understand why she felt this way.
    “It’s perfectly natural to feel a physical attraction to another person.”
    “Is it?” She slid her eyes open slowly. “Already?”
    “Lucessa, you know I’m a grief counselor and while I don’t have extensive experience in relationship therapy, I do know eventually you will find another person you care about. But it is important that a healthy relationship, one based on trust and friendship develops. Not need and desperation. I think we’ve dealt with your grief over losing Greg, and it’s time for you to move on.”
    “Move on?” Lucessa thought she had moved on. This session wasn’t about Greg, or her loneliness. She’d learned months ago to keep that to herself. No, this