strands from her pale face. Right now she possessed an almost ethereal beauty. But it was the moisture on her cheeks that brought out his protective instincts like nothing he’d ever experienced in quite the same way before. “You’ve had a nightmare.”
His voice appeared to bring her back to some semblance of reality. “I—I don’t understand.”
She was disoriented. “You’re at my house, Brit. Remember? I heard you cry out.”
She blinked before realizing the state of her undress and lifted the sheet to cover herself. During her struggle, the pale blue nylon gown she was wearing had become somewhat twisted, the sleeve having fallen down her arm to the elbow. He’d seen enough to guarantee that he’d never get to sleep now. Maybe never again.
A deep rose color tinted her dewy skin.
She knew what he’d seen. Lord.
“I’m all right now,” she whispered, averting her eyes.
The hardest thing he’d ever had to do was get up from that bed. Looming over her, he said, “I’m sorry to have burst in on you like that, but the terror in your voice wouldn’t let me ignore you.”
She shook her head. “I-it’s all right, Roman. I’m sorry that I disturbed you. Since those letters started coming, I’ve had a lot of violent dreams. Living alone, I guess I didn’t realize just how bad they’ve become.”
“Can I bring you some tea, or some hot chocolate? Something to soothe your nerves?”
She moistened her lips. “No, thank you. I’ll be all right. I brought some books with me. Reading always helps.”
“You’re sure? If you want, I’ll stay with you awhile.”
“No,” she said a little too forcefully for his liking. “I’ve imposed on you enough. Please—go back to bed. I’ll be fine.”
He sucked in his breath, fighting the almost overwhelming desire to climb under the covers and hold her so she wouldn’t be frightened anymore.
“If you need me during the night, call out and I’ll hear you.”
Slowly she lifted her gaze to his, those orbs so dark with turbulent emotion, they looked closer to black than blue. “I pray I won’t disturb you again.”
“I don’t mind,” came the words from deep inside him.
Her eyes closed. “But I do. Good night, Roman.”
He turned on the bedside lamp. “Good night.”
As soon as he’d flicked off the overhead light and shut the door, she reached for the novel she’d put on the nightstand. Twenty minutes later, after she’d read the same page for the tenth time, she gave up, turned out the light and sank down under the covers.
Her body felt alive in a brand new way, like it was on fire...
When he’d looked at her just now, something had ignited in the recesses of his eyes, turning the flecks in those green irises to gold. It was as if a charge of electricity had leaped clear of his body to find a place in her own, energizing her with his life-giving force.
Though he hadn’t touched any part of her except her hair, she felt a connection with him as real and vital as something tangible. Filled with more intimate thoughts of him, her eyelids finally drooped and at some point she knew no more until she heard him call her to breakfast.
Through bleary eyes she glanced at her watch. It was ten to nine. She never slept in this late, but after the events of last night, Brit realized her body needed the extra sleep. Still, she was embarrassed by what had transpired. Furthermore she felt selfish, especially when she’d kept Roman awake part of the night and knew there was a huge amount of work to be accomplished today.
After scrambling to make her bed, she freshened up, then dressed in jeans and a blouse to join him.
Cereal, eggs, juice awaited her at the dining room table. She tucked right in and told him food had never tasted so good before. Fortunately she caught herself before she blurted that he looked good, too. Especially in that black T-shirt and hip-hugging Levi’s.
Last night all he’d been wearing were the bottom half of his pajamas or some facsimile. He was a gorgeous male. She could hardly breathe just remembering the sight of him when she’d first been awakened by his voice.
With difficulty, she finished eating, then took her plate to the sink. “Let me do the dishes, please.”
His enticing mouth curved upward. “That’s what I was hoping to hear, but they’ll have to wait. I’ve phoned a moving company. They’re sending a small van to your condo within forty-five minutes. We need to get over there right now so you can pack what you need to bring here. The rest we’ll put in storage.”
“I won’t want much.”
He studied her for a brief moment. “Bring anything you like. There’s plenty of room.”
“Even for Tiger?”
“Tiger?”
“She’s an alley cat who comes around once in a while for food and a little love.”
A smile hovered at the corner of his mouth. “If she’s there, bring her along, too.”
“I didn’t mean it, Roman. She’s a wild cat and knows how to survive. But thank you anyway,” she said softly, rubbing her palms together before looking away.
So far there was nothing about Roman Lufka she didn’t like. She’d been trying to find something—anything—which would help her keep her perspective in this situation.
“I’ve already arranged for your phone and fuel to be disconnected. The post office now has a hold on your mail. We’ll pick it up every day at the Foothill outlet. In case this weirdo changes his mind and sends you something else in the mail, I want the postmaster to open it. That kind of corroborating testimony will weigh heavily, if and when charges are brought against him.”
She experienced relief knowing she would never have to open a letter or package from Glen Baird again.
“Roman—I—I realize I sound like a broken record, but I don’t know how to thank you.”
“It’s my job, Brit.”
“One that puts your life in danger all the time.”
“Not all the time,” he insisted wryly. “If you want to know the truth, it was inevitable that I was born with a desire to live life on the edge.”
She blinked. “Inevitable?”
“Hmm... Perhaps you’ve heard of C and G Surveillance Products, Inc.?”
“No. I presume you’re talking about bugging devices and the like.”
“That’s right. My grandfather, Constantine, and his brother, Gregorio, started the business before WWII broke out. Later, when the military came to them with a contract, the company grew into an enormous enterprise which my father
