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I pictured her, Pippa, and Abby wrapped in blankets, gazing at the stars from the porch of the main house. But she’d only mentioned summers at the ranch, right?

“We spent Christmas here a few times, and it was just like this,” she said.

I held my breath. Coincidence, or had my thoughts drifted into her mind?

Most supernaturals could communicate without speaking, but it usually took concerted effort — or urgency, like at Harlon’s party. But to casually pick up on each other’s thoughts as readily as if they’d been uttered…

No coincidence,my dragon growled.It’s destiny.

If it was, I wasn’t ready to admit it. I did inch a little closer, though.

“Orion…Canis Major…Gemini…” Erin pointed out constellations like old friends. When she turned to locate Taurus, we bumped, but for once, we didn’t jump apart.

“Taurus,” she murmured, turning slowly to follow the Milky Way — all the way around until we were inches apart and face-to-face. She blinked, readjusting her focus to me. I could tell the exact moment she did, because her lip wobbled.

“Your eyes…”

Were they glowing? I turned away, but she cupped my face and turned me back gently.

“Wow.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t look away. Icouldn’tlook away.

The space between us warmed, and her lips moved again.

I pulled in a sharp breath, and she tilted her head. “What?”

“Don’t do that,” I murmured.

Keep doing that,my dragon countered.Please,don’t stop.

“Don’t do what?”

I gulped. “That…that thing with your lips. Your eyes…”

I could have addedyour body, because she’d leaned forward, coming nice and close.

“What about my eyes?” she whispered.

I struggled for words, because her eyes held an entire universe, with bright flecks of emerald and gold. Those highlights had always been always there but tonight, they flared in brilliant bursts of energy.

I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and kept my fingers in that silky goodness a little too long.

“It’s like the Milky Way snuck into them,” I said.

She laughed. “Well, your eyes are like a bonfire. Two bonfires.”

The midnight breeze wound its way around us, ruffling her hair. I sniffed, catching her scent — and so many other details. For the past months, my senses had been strangely dulled. Now, they all piqued. I felt the silky texture of her hair…inhaled her wild flower scent…registered her body heat.

I turned away. The longer I stood close to Erin, the more I lost my grip on myself. She was losing her grip too.

In a good way,my dragon insisted.

Was it? I only had the vaguest memories of my encounter with Angelina — the lone silver lining in that hellish storm cloud — but I was pretty sure it had started like this.

Totally different,my dragon huffed.

That was the thing, though — telling the difference between deception and genuine desire.

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