had headed out to sea, without enough electrical power to see it over the ocean. Thankfully Jezi had also programmed a distress signal that kicked in as soon as it was over water. The man had been fished out of his glide, with full realization of what had happened. Jezi’s programmed laugh at point of impact had insured he knew full well who was responsible. The fact that she’d later married the poor man was secondary.
Pulling her thoughts back to the man on her bed, Eve looked at him and frowned. Tentatively she started, “I know your first name is Adam and that you are loupe-garou. But that is all I know about you. What is your last name and what do you do for a living?”
“My last name is Greyclan and I do whatever is needed for my people. What is your last name Eve?”
She frowned. What did “whatever is needed” mean? She hoped he actually did something to make credits. There was no way she would support him. She wanted to work, but not to be the full support for a family. That thought had all color leaching from her face. No birth control...
She jumped up, practically screaming at him. “Have you had your shots?”
Adam looked confused. “Calm down, what are you talking about, Eve?”
“Your shots...birth control...please say you didn’t go out looking for a mate during Lupine Moon without taking some kind of precaution?” she stammered, looking anxiously at him.
Adam wanted to laugh. The look of panic on his new wife’s face was priceless. He had taken a BC shot, not wanting to take the chance that if he found his mate she’d become pregnant the first time they mated. He needed time with her, without the hormonal hell that a lycanthropic pregnancy would put her through. But he wasn’t willing to admit it to her immediately. “Don’t you want children, Eve?”
“No! Yes! I mean no I don’t want them right now before I even know who you are or if you’ll make a good father, but yes... I suppose... someday...” she trailed off.
Adam took pity on her. She looked miserable as she considered the ramifications of the multiple orgasms they’d shared. His cock twitched. No, better to stay away from thoughts of orgasms , he told himself. “I have taken the shot, Eve,” he reassured her.
Adam frowned as she petted the bird on her shoulder again. Brows drawn together he stated, “Now its my turn for a moment to ask you questions. Thanks to your monologue last night, I know considerably more about you. However some of it is confusing and lacking sense.” He paused for a moment.
Eve scowled, “What do you mean it lacked sense? I made perfect sense!”
Adam laughed and settled back on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, “Eve, I know your stepfather is Were, and you resent him for keeping your mother from following her career. I also understand that you are a geneticist who is working on a special project and you seem to be under the misapprehension that I will force you to quit. Probably because you believe your mother suffered the same fate from her mate. Correct?”
Eve nodded, “Yes, you are right.” She was a little bemused that he’d heard not only the words but also the feelings behind them.
He continued, “You have very strange decorative taste. I must have counted six of those bird things downstairs that you are wearing on your shoulder. One was a lamp, three were long stick things stuck in various plants, and several were small glass figures. You have two pieces of artwork that say ‘Share a Coke and a smile.’ Now for the questions...” Adam paused and looked at her with confusion clear on his face. “What is your last name, what project are you working on, what is the bird you seem to be so fond of, and what,” he growled, “is a Coke?”
Eve blinked. He had not only listened, he had heard her. He said she suffered from the misapprehension that he would force her to quit. Misapprehension...meaning misunderstanding, false impression, and delusion...any way you