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her arms over her head. She’d had the most wonderful dream about Micah last night . . . the most wonderful and the most erotic, she thought, as a sudden rush of heat suffused her cheeks.
    She lifted her fingers to her lips. Even now, it was hard to believe his kisses, his caresses, hadn’t been real. But of course they weren’t, because, in her dream, he had bitten her while they made love. That was an odd turn of events, she thought, but perhaps her subconscious had conjured a vampire because she had met him in a goth club.
    Frowning, she sat up. Not for the first time, she wondered why the real Joseph Burke had chosen to meet in such a bizarre place. Was he into role-playing, as were so many others these days? Or was he one of those people who—like her father—believed vampires existed? Her father was truly convinced his best friend had been killed by one.
    Thinking about vampires reminded her of her cousin, Ethan. They had gone to school together, been on the high school debate team. Ethan had believed in vampires, too. So much so, that he’d carried a wooden stake and holy water in his backpack. Vampires.
    She shuddered at the mere idea, though she couldn’t help thinking that, with his thick dark hair and smoldering eyes, Micah would make a perfect vampire.
    She shook the foolish idea aside, wondering what had happened to Mr. Burke. If he had been detained or he’d had a last-minute change of plans, the least he could have done was pick up a phone and let her know. She made a mental note to call him first thing Monday morning.
    Sighing, she went into the kitchen, her thoughts again turning to Micah. Too bad she would never see him again. Even if she wanted to, she had no idea where to find him. He didn’t even live in Southern California. Did he live in that ghost town he’d mentioned? The one in Wyoming? Morgan something? Cove? County? No, Creek. Morgan Creek.
    Curious, she went to her laptop to do a Google search. She found links for Morgan Creek Productions, Morgan Creek Golf Course, Morgan Creek Vineyards . . . the list went on and on.
    After wasting an hour searching the Web, she shut her laptop. There was no sense trying to track down a man she hardly knew, she decided, as she changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She had a house to clean, laundry to wash, and a dozen other chores that she had neglected so she could go out with a handsome, sexy stranger.
    * * *
    After a day spent working harder than Cinderella ever had, Holly was ready for a shower, a quick dinner, and a well-deserved reward for all of her hard work—something chocolate and decadent.
    Half an hour later, she put on a movie, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, a large bowl of chocolate ice cream topped with hot fudge, a mountain of whipped cream, and a handful of cherries, cradled in her lap.
    She had just scraped the last bit of fudge from the bottom of the bowl when the doorbell rang.
    Setting the dish aside, she went to the door. “Who is it?”
    â€œMicah.”
    Micah! She felt herself blush furiously as erotic images from her dream tumbled through her mind. “What are you doing here? I mean, I wasn’t expecting you.” That was an understatement, she thought, glancing at her skimpy nighty and pink bunny slippers.
    â€œYeah, well, I wasn’t expecting to be here.”
    She frowned, thinking he didn’t sound very happy about it.
    Biting down on her lower lip, she opened the door a crack. “I’m really not dressed for company.”
    He shrugged. “I was gonna call, but then I decided, what the heck, I’d take a chance and see if you were home. And here you are.”
    She hesitated a moment, then said, “Well, as long as you’re here, give me a few minutes to get presentable.”
    â€œSure.” With his preternatural hearing, Micah followed her progress through the house, heard the water come on as she brushed her teeth, the whisper of