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bed and brushed the riot of hair away from her face. “Will you be okay?”
    “Fine. I guess I should thank you for waking me up from the nightmare last night.”
    “No need to thank me. I’ll assume you’d have done the same. I should have breakfast ready in about half an hour.” After touching her cheek gently, he walked from the room.
    Storm opened the top drawer and pulled out the first pair of sweats she saw and grabbed a pair of socks. It seemed strange to be in the bedroom of a man she knew absolutely nothing about.
    After dressing quickly in the bathroom, she walked back into the bedroom.
    She noticed that his keys to the Jeep were on the bedside table. At least a set of keys were. Could she sneak out a window and get out of the house before he could catch her?
    Slowly, looking toward the door, she moved to the table and slid the keys into her waistband. First chance she got, she decided. She’d tell him she was tired and wanted a nap. That should give her at least enough time to get out the window and into the car, right?
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    Once in the kitchen he sighed. He had no more real answers than he’d had the night before. He wasn’t sure who would be safe to contact, not that it mattered. He didn’t have enough details anyway. They had to talk. Maybe in the light of day she’d feel safe enough to answer his questions.
    If what she’d said was true, he found it hard to believe that Samuel’s wouldn’t be on the radar, and he did have a few connections in the FBI if nothing panned out with New York. They might prove useful, but he was doing nothing until he knew exactly what he was messing with. Damn it, a simple search job had turned into something much more complicated.
    The fact that she was potentially in danger wasn’t the only complication.
    He wanted her. He’d wanted her since he’d opened up her car door and she’d asked him if he was her angel. Getting involved with her would be a huge mistake. Even as he had the thought, he knew that it didn’t matter. He wanted her with almost a painful yearning. Shifters might not have mates…but he knew instantly that this was the woman he’d move heaven and earth to be with.
    At first, all he’d felt for her was pity mixed with anger and desire. The anger had drained away in the face of her obvious courage. It was a kind of quiet courage that he wanted for his own. A simpering woman would never do for him and he damn well knew it.
    Luke paced across the living room, and then shivered. Hell, they needed a fire to ward off the chill that the furnace just couldn’t quite keep up with. He tossed in some newspaper and quickly had a fire blazing.
    He felt her behind him and turned his head. A grin touched his lips. She’d put on a pair of his old sweats, so of course they were miles too long on her, but the elastic at the ankles kept her from tripping over them. Her long hair was brushed and shining. Her face was beautiful, even with the dark shadows beneath her eyes and devoid of makeup. Damn it, she was sexy as hell.
    He was in serious trouble.
     

 
     
    “W hat?” she asked self-consciously. “It was the only thing I could find that I thought might fit.”
    He shook his head. “Nothing. Come on, I’ll fix us something to eat.”
    She nodded and followed him into the small kitchen. “Would you like some help?”
    “We don’t have much of a selection, I’m afraid. Cereal or eggs. Will it be the silly rabbit or scrambled eggs?”
    Storm chuckled. “You actually have that kind of cereal?”
    “Yeah, my niece came to visit a few weeks ago. She loves the stuff.”
    “Cereal is fine. I’m not that hungry.”
    He nodded distractedly and pulled two bowls from the cupboard next to the sink.
    Storm studied him as he fixed the bowls of cereal. Why couldn’t she have met someone like him instead of Raymond Samuels? Her taste in men was apparently way off target.
    But she sure did know when someone attracted her. Luke Steele attracted her. She