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all she could think of was Roan—and her purple rabbit that seemed to
     be calling her name the moment she closed her door behind her.
    She tried to sift through her mail, but she couldn’t even see the lettering on the
     envelopes. It was as if his face was branded into her mind. And only one thing would
     calm her down enough to function.
    Her sex began a low, insistent buzz that had her squeezing her thighs together.
    “Okay,” she said to herself. “I guess there’s no other way out of this. Damn it.”
    She unbuttoned her blouse, anxious to get out of it, to tear her bra off, to pinch
     and tease her aching nipples—
    Oh, yes !
    –and froze in her tracks when her doorbell rang. What the hell?
    She huffed as she turned around.
    “What timing,” she muttered, making her way back through the living room, quickly
     re-buttoning her blouse. She paused to turn on the track lighting. “I really do not
     need this right now.”
    She yanked the door open, not knowing who she’d been expecting. But it certainly hadn’t
     been him.
    Her whole body tensed with a strange yearning to fall into his arms and let him...
     let him do anything he wanted to her. Anything .
    No.
    “I can’t believe you tracked me down.”
    “Miranda, you live in the staff apartments. It wasn’t as if I hired a private investigator.”
    “Still…” She bit her lip. “What are you doing here, Roan?” she asked again.
    He leaned his elbow against the doorframe, drawing closer as his gaze caught and held
     hers. “May I come inside?”
    Why did those words make her shiver, as if he’d touched her skin? As if he’d said
     them to her with a different intent?
    God, the man was gorgeous. So damn sexy. Commanding even when he was asking a question,
     asking her permission. But was he really asking? She was pretty sure he wasn’t going
     to take no for an answer. And given the shape she was in when he rang the bell, she
     wasn’t sure she could turn him away.
    He raised one dark brow, waiting for an answer, and it was hot and just cocky enough,
     and damn it she was going to ask him in.
    “Okay.”
    She stepped back and as he slipped by her, she had some sense of the power of his
     large frame, the breadth of his shoulders. She wanted to shake her head at her own
     weakness, but refrained, closing the door instead. As she was turning he laid his
     hand on the small of her back. Oh, yes, the mere touch of his palm skating across
     the hollow of her back sent delicious shivers right through her.
    “Miranda, come and sit down,” he said.
    She let him guide her to the sofa and sat down next to him, folding her trembling
     hands in her lap.
    “Why did you come after me?” she asked.
    He watched her for a moment, his green gaze hard on hers. “Because I’ve had a day
     to think about it—why we’ve both received an invitation—and although I’m no closer
     to understanding it, I’ve come to the conclusion Vardalos doesn’t issue these invitations
     without reason. That perhaps sometimes he knows something we don’t.”
    “Do you really believe that?” She’d heard the rumors, of course. Anyone who worked
     at the Eden Resort knew its reputation—that people had life-altering experiences on
     the island. But so far the only part of her life that had been altered was her fairly
     neat, clean escape from the remnants of her former life, a life that had haunted her.
    He shrugged. “Maybe. But does it even matter? I’m here. And you’re here. You can’t
     tell me you don’t feel the attraction. Even if that was all he knew, he was right,
     wasn’t he?”
    “I…I don’t know.” 
    “But you do. This isn’t about me being cocky, although I’ve been accused of worse.”
     He leaned in closer and once more she caught that spicy scent—what she had already
     come to think of as Roan . “It doesn’t have to be anything more than this. Does it bother you that the invitation
     brought you to the dungeon?”
    “I wouldn’t