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    Judging by how very much she’d enjoyed the Tristan tent he’d trapped her in when they’d been in the basement hallway, not long.
    They were in the office now, with Nate sitting at the desk staring at a computer screen and Scarlet and Tristan standing behind him on either side. They’d been trying to pinpoint possible Raven locations for the past hour.
    Tristan stood with his arms crossed. He’d showered after her and was now wearing a black T-shirt and faded jeans, and his dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
    Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it—but oh wait. That could kill him.
    Definitely too sexy for his own good.
    He looked up at her with his green don’t-lie-to-me-woman eyes and Scarlet dropped her guilty gaze to the mahogany desktop, searching around until she found a paperweight shaped like a pyramid to stare at.
    “I’ll keep looking,” Nate said. “But it might be a good idea to head to Laura’s house tomorrow and ransack the place looking for any clues as to where Raven might hole up with an immortal guy and an overdressed, blond barista.”
    Scarlet could still feel Tristan’s eyes boring into her.
    Paperweights were so interesting.
    Nate sighed and looked at the time. “It’s only three hours until morning and we haven’t really made any progress, so I think it’s best if we all try to get some rest so we’re not completely useless tomorrow.”
    Scarlet blinked away from the pyramid.
    Right.
    Like she was going to get any sleep knowing her best friend was probably in the trunk of Raven’s car. At least Gabriel was with her, probably, so Heather wasn’t facing the crazy witch alone.
    As everyone exited the office, Scarlet headed for the stairs. She’d had to roll over the waistband of Tristan’s pajama pants four times to keep them from falling off her small hips, but still they dragged on the floor.
    And his shirt—his shirt . It smelled like him and wrapped around her body like warm hands gliding over her skin, swishing as she walked. It was all she could do not to shove the material into her nose and inhale like a crazy person.
    Why did he have to smell so good? Why couldn’t he smell like burnt toast or nail polish remover? It would be a lot easier to keep from shoving the shirt up her nostrils if it smelled like rubbing alcohol.
    But this leather smell...
    This nostalgic I live in the wild and hunt in my free time and bathe in rushing rivers smell was going to kill her. It was literally going to waft into her lungs and kill her with want and need and lack of oxygen.
    She yanked at the large shirt, pulling it as far down from her nose as she could as she walked down the hallway and descended the stairs to the basement.
    Tristan followed so close behind her she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Again.
    “Ten foot rule,” called Nate.
    “Bite me!” Tristan hollered back, more hot breath caressing her skin with his words.
    A wonderful shiver ran through her body.
    Damn him and his beautiful mouth and hot breath and his leather-smelling shirt.
    She assumed he was headed to his own room in the basement, but when she walked into the guest bedroom, he followed her inside. She turned around to tell him to leave her alone, but his bright green eyes derailed her words.
    He was so pretty…
    No! No. He was not pretty. He was in danger of dying.
    Focus on the danger, Scarlet.
    She glared at him. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m sleeping with you.”
    Was he insane?
    She lifted a brow. “I thought you were mad at me.”
    “I’m concerned . Not mad.”
    “Huh. Well either way you’re not sleeping with me.”
    “Yes, I am.”
    He was insane.
    “No,” Scarlet repeated. “You’re not. You could die, Tristan. We can’t touch and we certainly can’t…sleep together.” She felt her face flush.
    A look of amusement crossed his face. “I meant sleep , Scar.”
    “Oh. Well.” She cleared