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thought about it. The idea was all too tempting. He’d
shared women with both Atticus and Dmitri in the old days. They’d enjoyed
finding new ways to pleasure their prey while they drank from them both
physically and psychically. They’d been inventive back in their early years as blood
brothers.
    But they hadn’t done anything like that in a long time.
Atticus was mated now and would never join in their revelries again. Dmitri was
a Master in his own right and they didn’t often see each other anymore. This
was a rare opportunity to do something both forbidden and entirely appealing.
Dmitri could walk in Kelly’s dreams easily and Marc could make love to her
without her ever knowing it was at least partly real.
    He could even bring her a sexual experience she would likely
never pursue in the waking world. Loathe as he was to admit it, he’d seen the
way her eyes followed Dmitri. She was intrigued by him and Marc bet she
wouldn’t be averse to bedding him if she thought it was just a dream.
    “All right. I’m in.” Marc’s bold statement made Dmitri
smile. “When do we do it?”
    “No time like the present. I’ll catch her when she slips
into the deepest part of sleep then bring you in. You remember how?”
    “Of course. We used to do this often enough. I’ll be waiting
for your signal.”
    Dmitri held out his hand for a deal making shake. “Just like
old times, mon frere ?”
    “ Oui. Only better. I think Kelly will surprise us
both once we get inside her dreams.”
     
    After dawn, Kelly took a breather. All the vampires had gone
downstairs for the day and she was left alone in the big house. Surprisingly,
she felt lonely when Lissa and the men weren’t around.
    She had a cup of tea out on the deck as the sun burned off
the morning fog, taking time to settle her troubled thoughts. Marc LaTour was
on her mind, as usual of late. The man was so frustrating, so handsome, so
damned sexy! She had a real problem handling him. She wasn’t physically afraid
of him. She doubted he’d ever hurt a woman deliberately. But she was afraid for
her heart.
    He was immortal and she knew the chances of her being the
One for him, like Lissa was the One for Atticus were next to nil. That kind of
thing only happened in fairy tales. So anything between them could only lead to
tragedy. She’d be wiser to stay as far away from Marc as possible, but her traitorous
heart wouldn’t let her.
    She sighed heavily as she went back inside, cleaned what
little mess she’d left in the kitchen and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She’d
catch a few hours sleep now, then get up in the afternoon to handle whatever
business of the Maxwell Winery had to be handled during the day. By nightfall,
she’d be back with her friends and once more in danger of the temptation Marc
posed with each breath of his sexy body and every flash of his cunning eyes.
The combination of muscular male perfection and undeniable wit was her
downfall.
    Kelly made sure the house was secure, then went upstairs.
She changed into her nightgown, and lay down on the plush mattress. Her room
here was almost bigger than her entire apartment had been back in the city, and
it was certainly decorated with much more style, not to mention very expensive
furniture. It was gorgeous and she loved the large, fluffy bed with its down
stuffing and silk comforter.
    Each of the guest rooms and suites had a color theme. This
one was pale lilac and it was fast becoming one of her favorite colors. The
attached bath was huge and decorated in a complementary pale baby blue color.
She could get used to living like this, if only Marc would go back to his own
house.
    If he weren’t always underfoot, her life would be so much
simpler. She was living and working with one of her best friends and Lissa’s
husband was utterly devoted to his new wife. It was a pleasure to watch them
together and see the love Lissa had found. Kelly wanted that. She wanted a man
to look at her the way Atticus looked