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the past two months, so why now? If he really were her mate, then why wouldn’t the connection have been made when they first met?
    Frustration clawed at her. She shook her head, trying to clear out the confusion and litany of questions, and refocused her energy on finding him. If Pete were her mate, whether he was human or Amoveo, they would have to connect in the dream realm. The mental connection was more crucial than the physical one.
    Physical? Damn it. That’s about all she could think of since that kiss. Her mind wandered to the sinful taste of him, and she bit her lip. He tasted like a warm summer night. Hot. Desperate. Urgent. Intense. Over far too soon.
    Her plan was to kiss him and prove that this man, this human, couldn’t possibly be her mate. However, the instant his mouth touched hers, she knew that he was. There was no denying it, but she still couldn’t wrap her brain around it.
    Her mate was human.
    She knew that the only way to absolutely, positively prove it once and for all would be to find him in the dream realm. Hybrids could dream-walk, at least that’s what she’d heard from her brother. But she’d never heard of a human dream-walking before.
    What the fuck is going on? Who’s there?
    The deep timbre of his voice cut through the cobalt-hued mist that pulsed and rippled. Marianna’s heart raced as his mind connected with hers. The fog dissipated, and in seconds the dreamscape clearly revealed itself—but it was not at all what she was expecting.
    The realm she stood in wasn’t created by her. For the first time, she’d been pulled into someone else’s dream plane—Pete’s.
    They stood in a heavily wooded area, which reminded Marianna of the Catskills, where her brother had a cabin. The impossibly tall pine trees were dappled with snow, which continued to fall around them in fat, lazy snowflakes, and Pete stood in the middle, looking bewildered. Clad in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, with an ax in his hand, he looked like a lumberjack. The poor guy gaped as if she’d materialized out of thin air—which she probably had as far as he was concerned.
    His dark eyebrows flew up, and a smile cracked his handsome face, as he looked her up and down. Now this is what I call a dream. He swung the ax, lodged it in the hunk of wood he’d been chopping, and stalked slowly toward her, but she held her ground, uncertain of how to handle the situation.
    When, exactly, was she supposed to tell him what she was? Or what they were to each other? Is she supposed to just blurt it out in the middle of a dream? Probably not. Wouldn’t he simply dismiss it as only a dream? Why didn’t all this mate crap come with instructions?
    Pete closed the distance between them until his body was just inches from hers. His heated gaze skimmed her up and down as his thick energy signature circled her like a rope and willed her closer. It was even stronger here in the dream realm and more intoxicating as well. She almost felt stoned and willed herself not to jump his bones like the sex-starved woman she was.
    Really? Marianna cocked one eyebrow. What does that mean? I’m the woman of your dream or something like that? she asked playfully, realizing that this definitely wasn’t the time to tell him who she was. She decided to let him take the lead and see where things went. So now that you have me here in your dreams, what are you going to do with me?
    Pete trailed one finger up her bare arm. Anything I want, I suppose, he murmured seductively. Marianna shuddered and let out a sigh as his skin sizzled along hers. He slipped his fingers beneath the thin strap of her nightgown and brushed his thumb along her collarbone, all the while never taking his eyes off hers. But you know what I really want?
    No, this is your dream… so why don’t you tell me?
    I want to know what turns you on. He caressed the sensi tive skin along her neck as he whispered to her. Tell me.
    A smile crept over Marianna’s face, and her libido went