Sean slumped down into his chair. "I didn't think things could suck any worse for him than they already did. I was wrong."
"Things can always get worse," Davy pointed out. "Always."
"Aw, shut up," Sean muttered. "Goddamn pessimist."
Chapter Five
I't was sunset in the woods. She was naked beneath her gauzy dress. Her hair was loose, her breasts swayed beneath the fabric. Currents of warm air caressed her skin. Golden light slanted through the trees. They swayed and shivered in the soft, perfumed breeze.
Connor was following her, with a patient, measured gait through eons of dream time. His eyes were full of longing, and the realization grew so gradually inside her, when she finally understood, it was as if she had always known. He would never close the distance between them as long as her back was turned to him.
She stopped in a circle of trees, fragrant grass below and open sky above, hesitated for one last, trembling moment… and turned around.
His face lit up with triumphant joy. The wind rose as he approached her, whipping her hair around her face. She had solved the riddle, and finally they could claim what had always been theirs.
The air hummed like honeybees. Sweet, shimmering overtones filled the air. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pushed the dress off. It slid over her body to the fragrant grass below. There were no words. It was a ceremonial dance, a magical binding.
Incoherent yearning fountained up inside her, and she reached for him. She offered him all her need, all her secret heat and softness. He kissed her with a rough urgency that mirrored her own, and bore her to the ground. He gave her his heat and his hunger, the sinuous power of his body, the blazing energy that illuminated the dark places inside her, burning away fear and shame as the sun burned away fog. Power rose through her like sap, and thousand-petaled flowers of every hue burst into bloom in her sex, her heart, her head. The grass was their soft, fragrant bed as he surged into ber, deep and desperate—
The alarm shrilled. Erin jolted upright in bed. She slapped the alarm into submission and covered her face with shaking hands. The alarm had cut her off at the good part, and left her high and dry. What rotten, cruel timing. She could hardly breathe, she was so turned on.
She'd been having that dream for years. Connor's garb varied according to what she was researching at the time; sometimes he wore jeans and a T-shirt, sometimes he was a Celtic warrior, sometimes a Roman soldier. The details didn't matter. The dream always left her writhing in bed, quivering thighs clenched tight around a pool of liquid heat. Distracted by lust. The last thing she needed to cope with today.
She tried to be objective, adult. Dreams were messages from the subconscious mind. This was fine and good, and she appreciated the courtesy. But what could this dream indicate, with her life the way it was? She'd never had sex with Connor. She'd barely ever managed to have sex with anybody, at least not successfully, so why should her subconscious mind use sex to make its point? To get her attention?
She hugged her knees to her chest, still shaking. If that was the intent, it had worked. Just a dream, she repeated. Just a dream.
She glanced at the clock. Seven o'clock. Time to make some tea and calm herself down with something busy and constructive, but horror of horrors, there was nothing left to do. The apartment was already painfully tidy. Everything that could be alphabetized was. Every surface that could be scrubbed shone. Her packing was done, her travel clothes laid out, down to the last hairpin. If this went on, she would be reduced to cleaning off the gunk that accumulated on the computer keyboard with cotton swabs and alcohol. Coping mechanisms gone wild.
The intercom buzzed. Her first thought was that it might be Connor, and she stumbled across the room, electrified. "Who is it?"
"It's me, silly. Tonia. Don't tell me Ms. Perfect is still in bed?"
"Oh, hi, Tonia. The elevator's still broken. Take the stairs."
She pulled on some sweats while she waited for Tonia's knock. She opened the door and gave her friend a grateful hug. "You are such a sweetheart for helping me. I hate leaving Edna at the pet hotel."
Tonia tossed her black curls. "No big deal. Sorry I had to bug you so early. Shall I take Edna home with me, or just take your keys?"
"Whatever's more convenient for you," Erin said. "And I am taking you out to dinner as soon as I get back."
"Oh, stop." Tonia rolled her artfully made-up eyes. "I'll take Edna home, then. She can chase some of the neighbor cats around. She's such a warmongering bitch, she must feel stir-crazy in this tiny place."
Erin was all too aware of how the fussy Edna hated being cooped up in an efficiency apartment. But life was tough all around.
"I'm sure it'll be a nice treat for her," she said tightly.
Tonia lifted up a Starbucks bag. "I brought us some sticky buns, plus a couple of double-shot lattes. You need a stiff dose of caffeine."
Erin devoured a gooey bun while Tonia pawed through Erin's suitcase. "You can't go meet an eligible zillionaire dressed like this," Tonia protested. "You don't have a single thing that shows off your chest, and you have a fine chest, girl! What am I going to do with you?"
Erin shrugged. "I'm going for professional, not sexpot."
"The two are not incompatible." Tonia wagged an admonishing finger at her. "When you come back, we are going shopping, and I will personally show you how to reconcile them."
"I'm broke," Erin said. "No shopping until my ship comes in."
Tonia rolled her eyes. "That's what I love about you, Erin. So naive. Let me lay out the plan for you. Step One, borrow my clothes to make that all-important first impression. Step Two, get passionately friendly with the zillionaire. And then, then we will go shopping."
"Oh, stop it. This is a work thing. And besides, I…" Her voice trailed off, and she started to blush.
Tonia blinked. "Don't tell me you're blowing off this opportunity because you're hung up on that guy who ruined your life!"
"My life is not ruined, for your information," Erin snapped. "Connor came to see me yesterday."
"Here?" Tonia's jaw dropped. "In your apartment? What did he do? Did he come on to you? I'll shoot him if he came on to you."
"No! He didn't! He came to tell me that Novak and Georg Luksch broke out of prison. He's worried about my safety. He tried to persuade me not to go on this trip." No need to mention that intense hug, since it had been completely platonic. At least on his part, if not hers. "Actually, I thought it was sweet of him," she said hesitantly. "To warn me."
"Sweet?" Tonia snorted a derisive sound. "He wants into your pants. Sure, he saved you from the evil henchman of the big bad criminal, but you told me yourself that all that Georg did to you was flirt. And McCloud turned him into hamburger right in front of you. Maybe some girls go for that sort of thing, but you're not one of them."
It was painful to hear the facts laid out in Tonia's merciless style, but Erin nodded. "It was horrible."
"Watch out, Erin. This guy is violent, and wild, and dangerous. He's got a grudge against your dad, and he's way, way too interested in you. And you keep making excuses for him, like he's got some weird power over you, or something!"
"That's not true." She laid down the half-eaten sticky bun. Her appetite had faded away. "I don't think he means me any harm."
"No? He's insane if he tries to stop you from going on this trip. Anything that interferes with this client is harmful to you."
"I know." Erin stared out the window at the soot streaks on the wall of the adjoining building with hot, brimming eyes.