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when I
didn’t." She frowned, feeling a faint blush rise in her cheeks.
"Actually, I dreamed about you."
          He
arched one eyebrow. Something gleamed in his eyes and she was torn between a
warm response to the look and a touch of irritation. It seemed to her that he
was assuming the dream had been sexual in nature--which it had been--when he
had no reason to think she would be dreaming of him like that.
          She
moved into the kitchen. "I don’t really remember what it was about,"
she lied , "except that it was just one of those
tame sort of dreams you have sometimes. Like you’re going somewhere--something
like that."
          When she
glanced at him over the counter that separated the kitchen from the living
room, she saw that he was looking amused. "Would you like some
juice?" she asked with determined cheerfulness, although she felt like
slapping the smug look off his face.
          "Yes,
thanks," he said, rising from the chair and adjusting his jeans and
fastening them.
          Nariko
glanced away quickly as he adjusted his "package" in the snug jeans.
          She
dropped the first glass she dragged from the cabinet. The noise of the glass
slamming into the counter set her nerves on edge. Thankfully, it was made of
thick glass and didn’t break. She righted it and dragged another glass out,
then tossed some bagels into the toaster over before she went to the
refrigerator to get the juice.
          Dr.
Savage was sitting at the counter when she turned around and she nearly dropped
the carton. "So … you don’t remember what you dreamed?" he asked
conversationally.
          "Bits
and pieces, I suppose," Nariko muttered, recovering and heading for the
counter to fill the juice glasses. "Nothing that really
makes sense."
          "Why
don’t you tell me what you do remember?"
          Try
though she might not to think about what she’d dreamed, she blushed again,
overfilled one of the glasses and spilt juice on the counter top. She felt like
kicking herself when she glanced at Dr. Savage as she handed him his glass of
juice and saw the knowing look on his face.
          Or was
she only imagining he knew what she’d been dreaming because she felt so
uncomfortable about it? And her attraction to him, for that
matter.
          She
frowned, turning her attention to the bagels. "Just
something about calling you when the demon came."
          He
sipped his juice thoughtfully while she put the bagels on saucers and got the
cream cheese from the refrigerator.
          "I
told you to call me?" he prompted when she settled on a counter stool at
the other end of the short bar.
          That
part wasn’t exactly crystal clear in her mind--not nearly as clear as the
things he’d done and the heat that had curled inside of her--and rose inside of
her now, when she thought about it again. She thought about it for several
moments. "That was one of the things that made the dream seem really weird.
You told me I had powers of my own, and that if I
needed you I could--summon you to me. All I had to do was call your name. The
strangest thing, though, was that you didn’t say ‘Doctor Savage’ or ‘Shayne
Savage’. You said your name was Xalen.
          "You
said that if the dark demon came after me again, I was to say ‘Xalen! Come to
me!’ and you would come."
          His
brows rose, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he concentrated on his juice and
bagels. When he’d finished, he climbed off the stool and did an all over
stretch that exposed every lovely muscle in his chest and belly. His jeans, as
he pulled in his stomach in the stretch, rode low, and Nariko’s eyes were drawn
to the light, narrow trail of dark hair that arrowed down from his belly
button.
          "Do
you mind if I use your shower?"
          Nariko
blinked, snapped from her zen meditation of his lower
belly when he straightened. "Huh? Oh! Sure! Towels and
washcloths in the bathroom