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"What's the other thing?" she asked, as he turned back to face her.
"Something more personal," he finally stated.
His voice was different. There was a rasp to it, a brief roughness that sent a chill up her spine.
She rubbed her hands together, ignoring the tingling warmth that filled her palms. Her hands tingled every damned time he was around her. The need, the desire to touch him often nearly overcame her common sense.
She nodded rather than asking about it. For a few minutes anyway—while she transferred the cookies from the baking sheet to the wire rack for them to cool.
"What is something more personal?" She laid the spatula down beside the rack and turned to him.
Facing him across the distance of the kitchen, she somehow felt braver than she had in
days. Someone was trying to kill her. Someone who knew how to kill. Excuse me for taking a little initiative here.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Sensually curved lips quirked knowingly.
"Is it about that mating crap you tried to pull on me the other night?"
She hadn't forgotten. It had been in the back of her mind, teasing her, taunting her, and following her into her dreams when she managed to sleep.
His brow arched. "Mating crap?"
She lifted her hand, indicating he should stay in place, then stomped to her bedroom, jerked several tabloids from beneath her bedstand, and moved back into the kitchen and slapped them on the table.
MATING HEAT SWEEPS THROUGH
THE BREED COMMUNITIES.
BREED APHRODISIAC RUMORED
TO CAUSE UNSTOPPABLE LUSTS.
ARE THEY MORE ANIMAL THAN WE IMAGINED?
MATING HEAT RUMORED
TO PRODUCE ANIMALISTIC RESULTS.
The headlines were ridiculous, but they all reported nearly the same phenomenon.
"You read this trash?" he asked her, flipping his fingers over the magazines.
She crossed her arms over her breasts. "How much of it is true?"
He flipped through the magazines one by one. His brows arched a few times. Mockery tugged at his lips before he tossed the last one back to the stop.
"I'd say ninety percent of it is fairly accurate."
She blinked, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"You're lying to me."
His grin was slow, and did nothing to still the nervous feelings rising inside her.
"Yeah, I am." He shrugged. "Probably more like eighty percent."
He pushed his hand into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a vial. Within it were several oddly colored pinkish pills. He tossed the vial to the table and stated. "One a day, starting tonight."
