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okay?”
    She shrugged. “Nothing some sleep won’t cure. Thank you.”
    * * *
    After she and Galen checked into their rooms, she sat on her bed and looked out over the Strip. The rooms at Bellagio were nice, she gave them that, and the view kicked ass, but even that couldn’t make her feel better, damn it.
    She knew William Emery was meant for her. He wasmeant to be in her life. Fate brought him to her, or her to him. It didn’t matter how they met, it was that they did meet. She also understood this wasn’t something William could understand and accept at the same level she did.
    It wasn’t like she expected him to be all, “Whoo, jim dandy, you’re a witch!” or anything, but his revulsion and fear hurt. Yes, it wasn’t every day you saw a witch essentially dissolve another person and all, but she’d done it to save their lives. He had no idea just what these mages were capable of. Which, she admitted, was part of why he was probably so freaked out.
    How she’d get him to come around on the point she didn’t know, but she would. And then she’d make his ass pay for being a twit. Hmpf.
    It was too late to call Meriel and bounce the whole thing off her. The sun would be rising in a few hours anyway. She finished off her chamomile tea and snuggled under the fluffy comforter. The air-conditioning was set to extra chilly, just how she liked it. She willed sleep to come so the look on William’s face would just go away.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    T hree days later, Nash opened the door to his house and took William in with a raised eyebrow.
    â€œI can’t believe I’m even here,” William mumbled.
    Nash yanked him into the house and shut the door. “What’s going on?”
    William groaned and went into the large living room. Everywhere in the house he sensed Dahlia’s touch. Vivid colors, but simple, classic lines. A little bit Old World and a little bit new. Sort of like his sister-in-law. A woman he’d been dead set against Nash marrying and had been proven wrong about.
    He sighed and threw himselfonto a couch, tossing an arm over his eyes. “I need your advice. I can’t believe I’m here, but you’re the only married man I know with a hot wife who isn’t cheating and has a relatively normal life.”
    â€œWell, with flattery like that, who can resist? I take it we’re talking woman trouble?”
    He sighed. “Yes. Nash, I met this woman and it’s only been, like, a week, but I can’t get her out of my damned head.”
    â€œHave you nailed her yet?” Nash laughed. “Sorry, Dahlia and I have this thing. You don’t want to know. Anyway, haveyou had sex with her? Maybe you just need to get her out of your system that way.”
    â€œI fucked her on my desk five nights ago and I would have the night after that all over again if I hadn’t been interrupted.”
    Nash went silent and William peeked from under his arm to see his brother’s look of surprise. “Your desk at the Dollhouse? You had sex at work? You never do that. Your office? Your desk? I’ve had sex at the Dollhouse, but you? This woman is more than just a fuck, William. Who is she?”
    That was the damned truth. “You’ve had sex at my club?”
    Nash waved it away. “We’re talking about this mystery woman who got you to break your code. Who is she? What’s she like? How did you meet?”
    â€œShe’s chief of security for some corporation Leah embezzled a chunk of money from. Leah is apparently in Vegas and Nell, that’s her, came to see me about it. She’s…she’s not a woman I’d normally look at twice. She has Scorpions and Judas Priest CDs in her car. A ’69 Camaro, by the way. She’s a jeans and T-shirts woman, but she cleans up rather well. But Christ, I actually prefer the faded jeans and boots. Boots, Nash. And buttrock. She’s hard.”