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work were destroyed in seconds. The giant lay slumped on top of the shattered display. It didn’t move.
    Meghan’s mind, however, was elsewhere. How had she been able to throw such a huge creature? It must have weighed a ton.
    She glanced down at the belt, and ran her still tingling hand over the medallion.
    “The belt has certain properties . . .” she remembered Jord saying. Super strength?
    Cool.
    She’d never had a dream this vivid before in her life. This was kind of fun.
    Meghan scanned around for Hunky Man. She wasn’t about to wake up before she got another gawk at him. He towered over the fallen form of the giant he’d been fighting. Those sexy, expressive eyes were so intense. His massive shoulders were heaving as he stood over the still body of the creature. Jord flexed his shoulders then leaned on his sword while catching his breath. She was just starting to really enjoy the view when the window behind him shattered and yet a third giant stumbled through the opening.
    Seriously? Two wasn’t enough already?
    This giant wielded a huge wooden club, which it swung to attack. Jord ducked the blow and the club smacked into another display. Two weeks of work and five irreplaceable artifacts lay shattered and strewn across the accessioning room floor.
    Meghan lost it. “Son of a bitch!”
    She reached down for the bronze bust the first giant had thrown, remembering how it had taken five of her staff just to slide the heavy thing across the floor. Now she hefted it with no problem and hurled it at the advancing giant. There was a crunching sound as the creature went down under the massive weight of the bust. It wouldn’t be getting back up.
    Jord stared down at the prone creature, then back up at Meghan. “How did you . . .”
    His eyes scanned to her waist. “Oh, that explains it.”
    He sighed and shook his head. “Well played, Doctor Larson. Well played.”
    Suddenly, every other window in the room shattered. Meghan could make out a half dozen more giants pulling themselves into the room. In the gloom behind, she heard dozens of guttural voices. Jord grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the doorway.
    “More are coming,” he said. “We have to get out of here.”
    Meghan shook off his grip.
    “Back off, Fabio. No one messes with my museum . . . even when I’m dreaming.”
    She picked up a heavy oak worktable and lobbed it at the closest giant. Her heart thundered. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her system. She’d take them all on. Dream — Meghan was a kick-ass superhero.
    The dreamy-eyed professor stepped suddenly in front of her, his warm hands clutching her arms. Would a kiss be out of line? This was, after all, her dream. She leaned in, but Jord shook her.
    “Meghan, this is no dream. You’re awake and very much in danger. You need to come with me, right now.”
    Duh! Hunky Man is the hero. If I want the kiss, I need to let him save me.
    Jord grabbed her hand and pulled her with him as he ran out the doorway and through the museum toward the service entrance. She could hear the grunting voices and the heavy footsteps of the creatures behind her. Glass shattered and wood splintered as the creatures pushed aside displays and forced their way through too-small doorways. The giants were in close pursuit.
    Meghan found herself caught up in the thrill of the adventure. If this had all been actually happening, of course, she’d have been pissed at the amount of damage the museum was sustaining.
    As they ran, Meghan saw the sword in Jord’s hands begin to shrink. They reached the door just as the sword was once again a jackknife. Jord folded it up and shoved it into his coat pocket as he wrenched the door open.
    Outside, a chilly breeze shot through the thin material of Meghan’s blouse as the heaviness of the coming storm swirled around her. Thunder rumbled. Lightning danced among the clouds. Her coat was back in her office on the second floor, but did that really matter in a