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ashamed of how much I had changed.
    Until now, that is.
    This felt personal, and getting to the bottom of what this spirit knew might be dangerous. The ghost couldn’t hurt me, but any knowledge I gleaned was knowledge I’d have to live with and possibly act upon. This involved caring, getting emotionally involved.
    I was pulled out of my turbulent musings when I heard a door handle jiggle and click. I looked to my left where the bathroom door began opening, and in strode a gorgeous looking Mr. Galvez with moisture dripping from his hair and nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
    He froze when he saw me staring at his amazing ab muscles, and then an easy smile spread across his face.
    “You are awake. Bueno. I wondered if a doctor might be necessary since you slept through the night and almost into the afternoon.”
    I felt my face heat, but couldn’t tear my eyes away from his beautiful form. That coil of magic gave me a hesitant touch, as if it was testing the waters. I threw a wave of angry emotion at it, and felt satisfied at its immediate retreat. Stupid magic. Why did it like me so much?
    I focused in on the hungry look Miguel Galvez was giving me, and had to swallow a couple of times before managing a single sentence. “What time is it?”
    He walked over to the bed, sat down next to me and then placed a hand on my leg just above my knee. It didn’t matter that my leg was covered with a thick comforter. I could still feel the heat from his hand seeping through the material, instantly warming my knee.
    “Almost eleven! You must have been seriously jet lagged. I’m so happy to have been the one to share a room with you. Who knows what would have happened to you if you had been by yourself.”
    I was still trying to process the fact that this gorgeous man was sitting next to me without a shirt on. He spoke to me as if we knew each other well enough for this conversation to take place while he wore nothing but a towel.
    Totally inappropriate!
    I didn’t like the feelings his presence awakened within me, and I especially didn’t like his familiarity with me. Was he always so comfortable half naked in front of a woman?
    Scratch that. I really didn’t want to know.
    “Ah, yes. Well, I hadn’t slept in almost two days, and I’m not much of a morning person to begin with.”
    He still looked at me with that enchanting smile on his face as if waiting for me to add something more to the conversation.
    I cleared my throat and shifted my leg out from under the weight of his large, manly looking hand. What I really wanted to do was grab it and trace the lines in his palm with my finger.
    Heavens, what was wrong with me? It had to be the bare chest. This guy needed to put some clothes on so I could think with a clear head.
    “Thank you so much for carrying me to our...ah...this suite and looking out for me while I slept.”
    He inclined his head, accepting my gratitude. “It wasn’t much of a chore, really. You may sleep like the dead, but you look like a goddess while doing so.”
    My lips quirked into an embarrassed smirk.
    “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know how many women you’ve used that line on, or how successful it’s been.”
    He put a fist to his heart in mock indignation. “You wound me, señorita. To think I would ever bestow such a compliment upon just anyone.” He moved his hand to my temple and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “No, querida. For you, I speak with sincerity.”
    He left his hand on the side of my cheek.
    I stared at him, barely daring to breathe as sweet longing engulfed me.
    “You should probably put some clothes on,” I finally stuttered.
    He pulled his hand back, but a wicked smile lit his face. “I am wearing a towel. This is not sufficient?”
    “Technically, a towel cannot be categorized as an article of clothing. Please tell me you at least packed a shirt.”
    He continued to smile, but stood up and then moved over to a dresser along the wall across