How could this woman know he had dreamed of her the night before? In the airport. Wearing a fedora. While she rolled a hot pink suitcase.It defied logic to the point that he was fairly certain his brain was melting. She seemed to find it funny, which pissed him off. Anger he understood, so he clung to it. “I’m not sure why you find this so damn funny. You’re breaking and entering and you’re playing some kind of game with me. This needs to stop. You need to leave.”He might sound a little old man but he was so freaked out, he needed to hold on to something, and her trespassing was the one fact that was irrefutable at the moment.“I’m not leaving until you agree to sell me the house. We’ve gone over this already, so let it go.”She stood up and Darius took an involuntary step back. He couldn’t help it. When he was within touching distance of her, he felt an incredible compulsion to have any or all his body parts in contact with her. He had laid on her way longer than was socially acceptable, but he’d been stunned both by her words and the fall.
