“It would make more sense. I don’t believe in ghosts…or vampires.”

He actually smiled. “Good, because I am neither. Mia,”-he took a step toward her-“trust your eyes and your heart. I am the man you knew as Diego.”

“We don’t trust people who pretend to be someone else,” Grandma Tessa said with surprising force despite her small stature and advanced years. “Who do you think you are now?”

“I know I am Rafael, Crown Prince of Calandria.”

Mia rolled her eyes. Great-a crazy man in her bedroom, and she hadn’t even had coffee yet. “Right, and I’m the Sleeping Beauty.”

This had gone on long enough. Mia took the poker from her grandmother and held it out in front of her. “That’s it. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but you’re in big trouble. Grammy M, call Joe.” She shook the poker at the intruder. “As for you, big guy, you stay right there or I’ll take you out. Don’t think I can’t. I’ve had professional training.”

The man who looked amazingly like Diego had the balls to smile at her again. “I’m not going anywhere, Mia. I came to see you. I’ve waited five years to be with you again. I can certainly wait until you’re willing to listen to reason.”

Reason? “Not my strong suit. I’m more into react now, say ‘Oops’ later. If you’re who you say you are, you should know that.”

“I know many things, including the fact that you once wore a silver ring bought in a market. It was a foolish trinket, yet oddly valuable to us both.”

Mia’s gaze involuntarily darted to the bottom drawer of her dresser. She remembered the ring and the man who bought it for her.

He took a step closer. “I know other things,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I know how you like to be kissed and touched and where you like to-”

“Hey,” she said loudly, doing her best to both shut him up and break the spell he attempted to weave. “Grandmothers present. Let’s avoid too much information.”