Erin studied the card. At the moment, she’d never felt better in her life, but maybe she should give him a call just in case the nightmares returned.

“Thanks,” Erin said, getting into her car. “I just might do that.”

Chrissy stared at her from outside the car and mouthed the words, Call him.

Erin waved to her then headed home, but as she drove through downtown traffic she really didn’t feel like going back to her apartment alone.

In all honesty, she felt rather strange. She could almost sense V’Aidan’s presence. She swore she could still smell the masculine scent of sandalwood that had clung to his skin, sense him in her thoughts.

“It was just a dream,” she said out loud.

Still, it had been an incredible dream. So real. So vivid and erotic.

So incredibly satisfying.

She stopped at a red light and glanced down at the card on her passenger seat. Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her cell phone and called Dr. Sword.

His receptionist immediately put her through to him as she headed her car toward the expressway.

“Ms. McDaniels,” he said eagerly. “Chrissy has told me so much about you. I would really like to speak to you if you have time.”

Something compelled her to accept. “Okay, sure. When?”

“What are you doing for lunch?”

Erin gave a nervous laugh. “I guess ‘meeting you’ would be the correct answer.”

His own laughter answered her. “Tell you what. Why don’t we meet out in public for the first time? I find it puts people more at ease. Do you like Thompson’s Restaurant at Five Points?”

“Okay. What time?”

“How about right now? It should be just opening up for the day.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting.”

Erin pulled onto the expressway and headed toward their rendezvous.

Once she reached the mall, she parked her car outside the quaint restaurant that specialized in jazz music and Bohemian food then headed inside.

There were only a handful of people in the dark interior, all of whom were seated at tables. It was only then she realized she’d forgotten to ask the doctor what he looked like.

“Erin?”

She turned to see a tall, distinguished-looking man in his early forties entering through the door behind her.

“Yes?”

“Rick Sword,” he said, extending his hand out to her.

She shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes,” he said with a cool smile. “Yes, it is.”

He got them a table in the back of the restaurant, and once they were seated and had placed their orders, he listened as she explained her nightmares to him.

Erin felt a little nervous at first, but as she explained it to him and he didn’t appear to judge her, she went into more details.