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MICHAEL COULDN’T BELIEVE his eyes. He blinked, certain he must be dreaming—or in the midst of some horrific nightmare. Red was standing there with her hand inside his safe.

He catapulted out of the bed, flinging the heavy canopy drapes back behind him. He watched her beautiful green eyes drop down his body and realized too late that he was still naked.

But he was too furious to care.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, barely able to keep his voice below a roar.

She still wore the red mask, along with the red cloak, though the hood was down. Her silky dark hair spilled wildly over her shoulders.

He remembered the sensation of that hair on his skin last night when she’d explored his body with her mouth. Sweet torture.

Michael hastily turned around and grabbed his bulky terry cloth robe off the hook near the bed, pulling it on before she could see the effect the sensual memory had on him.

When he faced her again, her green eyes met his through the mask and he saw her swallow.

“I…I…”