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Startled, she spun to confront whomever had touched her, but found no one. She stood at the edge of the group and though the room was crowded, no one was within arm’s reach.

How odd. Puzzled, she turned back to the lecturer.

Within moments, she felt the same brush against her nape. Frowning, she glanced over her shoulder. But again, no one stood close enough to have touched her.

Her gaze swept the crowd and she went perfectly still.

Across the packed ballroom, a man leaned against a marble pillar, watching her.

Allison felt his intent black gaze as surely as if he’d reached out, slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against his.

He is what I felt, she thought, dazed.