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mouth and gazed into her jade green eyes every night as he sank into the warmth of her body.  He’d woken with her scent filling his senses and his mind reeling from the heated passion they’d shared.  Rachel wasn’t just the type of woman dreams were made of; she was the woman
his
dreams were made of.  Night after night she came to him while he slept and made love to him in his dreams.
     
    For a year now she’d haunted him, consumed his mind both day and night, and it made Nic wonder…was
he
the one haunting Rachel Delacourte’s dreams as well?
     

Chapter 2
     
    Rachel perched on the edge of the chair, her back rigid as a board while her eyes roamed around the office of Nic Covelli.  The
small delay
the nurse informed her about had turned into a thirty minute wait, which only added to her anxiety and made her wish she’d cancelled altogether.  It hadn’t occurred to her until after she’d checked in that while Dr. Covelli was monitoring her brain waves and analyzing the cause of her nightmares, he’d also be observing her while she slept. 
     
    It was bad enough that he’d witness her thrashing around and calling out for someone to save her, but once the dream migrated from the twilight zone to the erogenous zone…Rachel shuddered to think what the good doctor would have to say about
that
.  What if the throaty moans and cries of ecstasy she made in her dreams actually erupted from her mouth while she slept? Or worse, what if she simulated the act of making love by gyrating her hips and squirming around like a fish caught on a hook?  It was mortifying to say the least.
     
    She’d just have to keep reminding herself why she was here in the first place and that Dr. Covelli was a professional who probably dealt with things like this all the time.  Well…maybe not
all
the time, Rachel conceded.  After all, why would anyone want to put a stop to dreams that made you wake up feeling as if you’ve just been made love to by the sexiest man God ever created?  Just thinking of him made her skin tingle and the muscles in her abdomen clench.  It was a shame the dreams of him and the nightmare were connected because she couldn’t honestly say she wanted them to end.
     
    She seriously contemplated making up some lame excuse about a family emergency and high tailing it out of there but the thought of having to explain to her sister, Monica, why she’d bailed was enough to keep her planted firmly in her seat.  Monica was a royal pain in the ass but she was also genuinely concerned about Rachel and she could hardly fault her baby sister for that, even if she
did
think Monica was overreacting.
     
    “What if you stop breathing in your sleep when you die in the dream?”  Monica had asked, her big blue eyes misting with tears.
     
    Rachel laughed it off.  “If my dream was going to kill me, don’t you think it would have done so by now?”
     
    “I’m worried about you, Rach.  You look so tired all the time and if anything happened to you…”
     
    “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise.  Now tell me about your new boyfriend.  I suppose he’s incredibly handsome and obnoxiously rich.”
     
    Monica had set her chin in that determined manner that told Rachel she wasn’t going to give up.  “Don’t try to change the subject.  Something has got to be done about the nightmares, and I know just the thing.”
     
    The
thing
Monica referred to was an appointment at the dream study clinic.  So here she was with her overnight bag, feeling a little sick to her stomach at the prospect of being watched while she was dreaming of dying and having hot sex.  At least she had the comfort of knowing whatever happened would never go beyond these walls, although she was a little concerned about running into Dr. Covelli outside the office once she started working on his grandfather’s mansion.  It wasn’t likely he’d show up while she was there since the mansion hadn’t been lived in for years but