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    “Suit yourself.”
    Soaking in the tub soothed Sandy’s aching muscles and released the tension in her shoulders. The last couple of days had drained her physically, mentally, and emotionally. The murder, Luc’s Testament, Cole’s threat, and the realization she was falling in love with a being from an entirely different realm made her drain her glass. She shouted, “Baldric, hey Baldric, my glass is empty. Can you hear me?”
    Baldric walked into the bathroom looking too fine. He had to be at least six foot six, and Sandy estimated his weight at two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle, or what she thought was muscle. He was solid nonetheless. Baldric had long wavy blond hair cascading over his shoulders like spun silk, and she stared into the depths of his iridescent eyes.
    Baldric topped off her glass with champagne. His eyes seemed to smolder, and she noticed his nostrils flare. His decadent scent of cocoa and vanilla filled the air. Sandy took a sip and said, “You’re doing the sparkling thingy again. What is that?”
    Baldric sat on the edge of the tub and trailed his fingers along the top of the bubbles. “Angels release varying types of energies under certain circumstances. I can’t control it. It’s like a wolf who marks his territory.”
    Sandy’s stomach flipped. She took another sip, stared into his eyes and her gaze dropped to his full sensual lips. He wet them with the tip of his tongue. Sandy submerged her head under the water and came up seconds later and spewed water onto his face. She laughed and said, “You’re flirting with me.”
    Baldric splashed water toward her. “I am not.” He chuckled.
    “Oh, you are totally flirting with me. Unless you want to follow through with it, I suggest you move on into the den, Big B.” He pushed her head under the water before leaving the room. Sandy came up coughing. “Paybacks are a bitch.”
    Sandy slipped into a pair of midnight black silk pajamas and went into the den. She jumped into Baldric’s lap. “ Dynasty time. I love their clothes. Who do you like better? Krystle or Alexis?”
    Baldric draped his arm around her shoulders. “Total Alexis fan. She’s as feisty as you are.”
    “Good answer.”
    Baldric reached to the side table, grabbed his champagne, and raised his glass. “To the most beautiful girl in the world, my Daireann.” Sandy reached over and picked up her glass and touched his. As she took a sip, their eyes locked in an embrace. Damn, Baldric was pretty. She chuckled and thought, Yeah, pretty damn hot!
    Sandy ran her fingers through his silky hair and stared at his face, his hair, and his skin. Baldric’s image could’ve been painted on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. She hugged him tightly and buried her face in his neck. “Don’t give me compliments because it’s not like you’re going to kiss me or anything remotely in that fashion. I have a confession to make. I have to tell you on the off chance I get hit by a bus or something. At least you’ll know if I can’t find you on the other side.”
    Baldric brushed her cheek gently with his fingers. “Why are you crying? Oh, Daireann, please tell me what I’ve done wrong.”
    “You know me better than any of my friends. You know my secrets about Mr. Ben. You know me, not who I pretend to be. I’m falling in love with you. I didn’t think I would ever fall in love with anyone. But I love you.” Sandy had never said those words to anyone and held her breath for his response.
    Baldric wrapped his big arms around her. “I’ve made so many mistakes, and I’ve broken many rules when it comes to you. I’ve existed for over two millennia, and I’ve had my share of relationships, but you’re different.” He placed his hand over his heart. “My feelings for you endanger both of us, especially you. I’m not objective anymore. Luc and his demon angels will use it against us if given the chance. I don’t mean to cause you additional pain or