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shooting fire balls at her. Why would he be mad at her?
    No. Not mad—furious.
    Absolutely irate.
    “Put me down,” she growled. She shoved his shoulders with both hands.
    “No. You need to be home, but you walk too slowly.”
    She realized he prepared to run and instinctively closed her eyes to avoid the dizzying speeds she knew he would achieve. She’d seen him run before. It was mesmerizing, yet terrifying.
    When he halted, she opened her eyes and realized they were on her doorstep. She met his gaze, surprised to see that instead of his usual arrogance, he looked down at her desperately, his eyes beseeching hers.
    “May I come in?”
    She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Isaac got thrown violently to the side. He crashed into a tree, and she tried to run toward him, but couldn’t move.
    Her legs wouldn’t move. She was…
    Frozen.
     
    ***
     
    She awoke terrified of something—or someone. But she couldn’t remember…. Oh God, her dream. Isaac had been hurt.
    No, no. It had been a dream. Not reality.
    He was okay. She felt fine, too. All remained good in her world.
    Right?
    She checked the clock, groaning in dismay when she saw it was only two o’clock in the morning. She punched her pillow and tried to relax and seek more sleep.
    Eventually she found it, in the form of dreamless slumber.
     
    ***
     
    Sabrina attempted to keep busy by writing her latest book. Even so, it seemed the past two days had been more along the lines of two weeks, since they’d passed unbearably slowly. She couldn’t stop thinking about Isaac. Even now, one word sat alone on her computer screen.
    Isaac .
    The reason she couldn’t stop thinking of him? Simple. They had a date tonight. And she couldn’t seem to think about anything else, no matter how hard she tried to focus.
    Marie had called yesterday, and she’d filled her sister in on her new love interest. Perhaps she had been too enthusiastic in her descriptions, while trying to be, at the same time, cryptic in how much information she revealed. She had been forced, as well, to repeat the whole conversation that had occurred over the phone between her and Isaac verbatim to her sister. She smiled, remembering.
    Her phone had rung, and she immediately knew it would be him, even before she had looked at the caller ID.
    “Hello, Sabrina. It’s the man you ran over yesterday. Isaac, in case there’s more than one of us.” His unique chuckle had washed over her to whisper of pleasures to be had at his hands. “I’ve called to cash in on that date we spoke of.”
    “Hmmm. Sabrina? Nope, I think you have the wrong number,” she said.
    “Mm. Nice try. I’d recognize your American accent anywhere.”
    “Betrayed by my heritage, huh?”
    “Yup,” Isaac replied. The amusement in his voice made her smile. “So, you run me over, promise me a date, and then try to get rid of me. You Americans are ruthless. It’s not just a rumor, is it?”
    “No, it’s definitely true. We’re a rough, merciless lot. You’d better remember it in the future,” she replied. Giddiness came over her and she realized she felt like a teenager again. Heck, she hadn’t even been this excited when the school football captain had asked her to prom. “So, now that you found me, what are you going to demand from me for recompense?”
    “Oh, you think you’re so tough. You haven’t met a wronged Brit. You’ve got no idea what it is we’re capable of anymore.”
    “Uh oh. I’m quaking in my, uh, slippers.”
    “Slippers, huh? Are they fuzzy bunny ones?”
    She laughed out loud before glancing down at her slippers, which were, indeed, fuzzy. “That’s none of your business, sir. There are numbers you can call if you want to know what I’m wearing.”
    “Ouch. You’re cruel, you truly are. You certainly have a talent for crushing a man’s ego, don’t you?”
    “And running over them, as well. We can’t forget.”
    “Okay, you’ve put me in my place. Now, we must move