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Sara
“Don’t scream, Sara.” He rises fluidly to his feet. “No need to involve the other guests in this.”
I gasp for air, needles of adrenaline piercing my skin as he comes toward me, his large body moving with predatory ease.
“You… you followed me here.” My knees knock together as I instinctively back away, clutching the flimsy towel covering my body.
“Yes.” He stops a couple of feet from me, his gray eyes gleaming. “You shouldn’t have come here. Your alarm system at home poses at least a small challenge. Here, I can walk right in.”
“Why are you here?” My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my throat. “What do you want?”
His lips twitch in dark amusement. “You’re a doctor who deals with the effects of this activity. You can probably guess what I want.”
Oh God. My skin feel
