from the shadows to satisfy her desire for him. But no, he really was there. Dressed entirely in black and still as a statue, he looked like a cat burglar. Is that what he was, a forbidden intruder here? He was watching her intently, his eyes black in the dim light, his unruly hair falling forward. She sensed that he was ready to act. How, to take flight if she raised the alarm? Confusion riddled through her, and that wasn?t all that she was feeling. He looked so darkly sexy and she?d been held in those arms, felt those lips on hers?a forbidden liqueur that she had tasted in a dark street during the festival. Why was he here, now? He put his fingers to his lips and at first she thought it was a signal to be quiet, but then he turned those fingers toward her and mouthed a kiss, winking at her. Katrina?s legs felt shaky under her and she gripped the door handle tighter. As if she hadn?t been aroused enough the night before, here he was making a secret connection with her, reminding her of what had happened between them. Glancing from Nicolas back to the open door halfway between them on the other side of the corridor, she could scarcely breath. If Sergio emerged now, he?d see them both, he might even guess she'd had contact with his disinherited brother, the brother she had been warned about. Nicolas followed her glance, and then gestured at