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sexualdespair the likes of which he couldn’t remember experiencing? It definitely wasn’t his bride-to-be. Isadora didn’t exactly excite him. He was weak, knew he’d been in some kind of fight and that sex should be the last thing on his mind, but it wasn’t. At the moment, all he could think about was his dream gynaíka and where the hell she was when he needed her most.
    He kicked off the hot covers with his good leg, closed his eyes and saw her body. Slim waist. Small, firm, plump breasts that fit his hands to perfection. Luscious lips an ándras could sink into.
    A tingle ran down his stomach as he imagined those beautiful lips of hers wrapped around the tip of his erection. The torturous erotic vision tore a groan from his chest. He threw his arm over his eyes and nearly came right there without any kind of physical stimulation.
    Knock, knock, knock.
    His eyes popped open when he realized he wasn’t alone after all.
    “I heard you moving around in there,” a sultry female voice called from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”
    Holy skata . What in Hades was this?
    He scrambled for the quilt and pulled it over his very aroused body. And as the sexual haze cleared from his mind and his night vision sharpened, he realized this wasn’t his bed.
    No, not his bed, not his house, and that definitely wasn’t a voice he recognized.
    “Are you okay in there?” That voice now held an edge of panic. The doorknob rattled and turned.
    Theron’s nerves kicked in as he pushed himself up against the headboard. He gritted his teeth at the stab of pain in his leg and glanced around the room. He couldn’t see his clothes. Or his weapons.
    Double skata .
    He caught his breath as the door pushed open. Thenexhaled on a smothered groan when a tall, dark-haired beauty with eyes like a violet sunrise stepped into the room.
    She wore faded jeans and a white V-neck sweater. Dark wavy hair fell around her shoulders. Her nose was straight, her chin slightly pointy, her cheekbones sharp as they caught what little light was coming through the windows. But none of that was what made him swallow back a resurging burst of lust.
    No, it was looking at those plump, delicious pink lips framing a sultry mouth, which curved into a nervous smile. A smile he recognized. Just the sight sent his cock screaming for release once more.
    His dream gynaíka .
    It all came back in a rush. She was the one who’d rescued him in the parking lot behind that club. The same one who’d brought him to her home, tended his wounds, tucked him into her bed and whispered reassuring words in his ear.
    Just breathe.
    His skin went hot at the memory of her sexy voice. She was the one he’d fantasized about only moments before. The same one he desperately wanted to get inside right now.
    Only she wasn’t Argolean. No, this gorgeous beauty was human.
    Human.
    Just the word revolving around in his brain dimmed his arousal and set off a buzzing in his chest that set him on guard.
    She stepped to the end of the bed and stopped. It was then he noticed the plastic bag in her hand. His spine stiffened. “You look better. Your color’s already perked up. Are you hungry at all?”
    His eyes narrowed on her face. Her familiar face. He’d seen her somewhere before—he just couldn’t quite place her.
    As if she could read his mind, she dropped her gaze to his legs, covered by the blanket. He lifted his knees to form a tent to hide what was still going on under the covers and crossed his arms over his bare chest. She looked back up and tried to smile, though he could tell it was forced. “My name’s Casey, by the way. We didn’t exactly meet. Officially. Last night.”
    He nodded, only because he knew it was expected of him, and kept watching her like a hawk. “Theron.”
    “Theron,” she said as if trying the name on for size. “How are you feeling tonight? You’ve been asleep all day. You didn’t even move when I rolled you over and changed the