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the end of the bed.
    “I packed several shirts, even a few pairs of pants.”
    “"Thank the Lord.”
    I thought I’d whispered it, but the delighted look on his face told me I was wrong.
    “I take it a man in a towel makes you nervous?”
    “Mr. Galvez, many things make me nervous, but sharing a room with a complete stranger who enjoys walking around in nothing but a towel is top on my list.”
    His laughter rang out sweet and sensual, lifting my spirits in a way nothing had for a long time.
    “You can call me Miguel, you know. After all, we are sharing a room together.”
    “Hopefully, it’s the only thing we’ll be sharing.” I muttered it more to remind myself of why I was here than to warn him off.
    Not that I needed to. This guy was a flirt. Nothing more. His soft chuckle told me he’d heard that last crack as well. I couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill of joy surge through me every time I made him smile.
    I needed to stop fixating on my roommate before the emotions I’d locked away in a small corner of my heart worked themselves free.
    I pulled back the covers, relieved to find myself in the same outfit I’d arrived in. I wouldn’t have put it past this accommodating hunk to feel it his duty to make me as comfortable as possible.
    When I stood and took a few steps toward the bathroom, the room dipped and spun for a moment. Great! I was about to go down in a clumsy heap on the white carpeted floor. I’m not sure how Mr. Galvez managed to reach me so quickly, but he had me cradled in his arms before the floor came up to greet me.
    I blinked and then double blinked, working the room back into focus.
    “Analise, are you all right?”
    His worry and concern for me felt sincere, but I couldn’t respond. I could feel myself being pulled back under by that same spirit who had forced me into a summoning earlier. I fought as best I could and then bit my tongue hard to keep myself alert and awake. Soon, the pull lessened, and I relaxed into the strong arms of a man I barely knew.
    “I’m fine. I’m fine. I just...sometimes I get these dizzy spells. Low blood sugar, you see. I haven’t had a meal in a while.”
    I looked up into his eyes and sensed he felt a fierce protectiveness for me. A strange yet comforting realization to come to.
    “Then we need to get you something to eat, yes?” He ground out that last part with some effort. He kept looking at my lips as if they were the only thing he could focus on.
    I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from saying what I was thinking—like kissing each other senseless might be a better use of our time—but that drew more attention to my lips. He inched his face closer, and suddenly my mind reeled in panic. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t allow any kind of emotional attachment to anyone, even if this gorgeous stranger thought of me as nothing but a fling, especially if he considered me that.
    I wiggled my legs to try to get him to set me down, which effectively broke whatever pull we felt toward one another. Though I stood firmly on my own two feet, his arms still held me around my waist, supporting me in a way nothing and no one ever had before.
    It was then that I realized he still wore nothing but his towel. I sprang back from him like he was a scalding flame.
    “You’re still in your towel!”
    He quirked an eyebrow at me in bemusement. “Yes, you nearly collapsed. There is no time for clothing oneself when a damsel is in distress.”
    I couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. “Thank you for saving me for the second time in the last twenty-four hours,” I managed.
    “It is nothing, but I am still concerned about your well-being. Come, we will get dressed and go to lunch. You need sustenance before you pass out again, and I am forced to come to your rescue. Not that I mind it.” He winked at me and returned to the dresser. I had to shake myself before moving toward my suitcase lying next to the bed.
    Yep. My hunky roommate equaled trouble