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second time. “You didn’t have to defy your brother like that.”
    “No, but I did make you a promise on our wedding day. I intend to keep that promise. Dancing is obviously important to you. I may not understand all of the reasons why, but I can perfectly well understand what all of it means.”
    “Dancing was the only place where I could escape from my father and brothers,” she admitted quietly. “On stage, nothing exists but the music and the steps. Everything else just goes away.”
    Viktor suddenly envied her those moments. “Then it would seem you need to keep dancing, Kira Domnin.”

Chapter Six
    Kira sighed as Victor closed the front door of the sad little safe house behind them. The dingy place had almost no redeeming qualities about it. Kira dug in her bag. Fortunately, she carried personal items like small containers of shampoo and conditioner back and forth between home and the studio. Now those things would be her saving grace.
    “I’m going to attempt to shower,” she told him. “If I’m attacked by a cockroach, I’ll scream.”
    Viktor actually laughed at her lame attempt to make a joke. “I’ll keep an ear out for you.”
    “Thanks.”
    She hustled into the bathroom and shut the door. The tiny space made undressing difficult, even for her narrow body. Getting out of her tights and leotard was practically a contortionist act, but finally she could step beneath the hot spray.
    Stress and worry sluiced off her skin along with the sweat of her last performance in Sleeping Beauty. It seemed insane to think that twenty-four hours had passed. She would have never expected to be spending this time with her estranged husband. Nor would she have anticipated there to be moments of actual enjoyment.
    Like when he says those things to me…
    Even alone in the shower, the memory of Viktor’s erotic words made her blush. She felt the water stream down her belly and across the smooth, shaved surface of her mound. It tickled the cleft between her nether lips, and she shivered in response. What would it feel like to have a man’s hand there instead of the water? What if that man was Viktor?
    There was a low pulling sensation below her belly, and Kira nearly groaned. She had touched herself more than a few times over the years, sure. Siphoning off a little tension here and there was no big deal. What she felt right now did not even compare.
    She shut the water off, feeling restless. Getting out of the tub took some maneuvering since she had no towel to dry off with. That appeared to be something completely lacking in this little hellhole. She blotted herself as well as she could using a workout towel from her bag. The tiny square of cotton was out of its league when it came to her hair, however. Kira twisted the mass in several directions to try and wring most of the water out. Bumping her elbow against the sink, she cursed as her not-so-funny bone throbbed.
    “Are you all right in there?” Viktor’s voice drifted through the closed door. “Have you been attacked by cockroaches?”
    “No, just an abnormally small bathroom!” she called back.
    Finally, she was ready to walk out into the living room. She gathered her things and wondered why she felt so awkward. Of course, there was also the unfamiliar sexual awareness throbbing between her legs. She was actually eager to see Viktor again. That couldn’t be good.
     
    VIKTOR WASN’T PREPARED for his visceral reaction to seeing Kira walk out of the bathroom. First of all, he had never seen her hair down like this before. The wet mass hung all the way down her back to her waist. It was black as night and thick. She was still trying to blot it dry with a tiny towel.
    “Beware,” she told him wryly. “If you intend to shower in there, you need the flexibility of a ballerina to do so.”
    “Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”
    She was wearing a pair of soft, loose gray shorts and a pink top with a wide neck that hung off her right shoulder. She had no bra, and