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It Gaman should have been startled.

He had been the keeper of the stone for long enough to understand that when it and he were needed, change could come suddenly. Since he had been moved from his warm bed to a bench in a sunny park within the blink of an eye and with no warning, he could only assume he was needed now.

Sliding a long hand into his pocket, he rubbed his fingers over the large green stone. Normally cool, it pulsed now with green fire and heated to the touch, further evidence that it had become active.

Someone was in need of sexual healing, and it was his duty, bound as he was to the stone, to provide it.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he settled back on the bench to wait. He had no doubt that the woman, or women, would find him.

Such was the power of the stone.