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one’s bathtub didn’t exactly
     make for sweet dreams.
    Liar
.
    She quickly pulled a soft print blouse from her duffel bag and shook it out with an
     audible snap.
    “All yours,
ange
.”
    That’s just what I’m afraid of
, she thought darkly.
    She straightened and turned to him. She froze for a heartbeat as she looked at him
     for the first time that morning. Bright sun was already streaming through the doors
     at his back, reflecting off his smooth skin, casting his muscles in stark relief.
     Freshly showered, with his black hair combed back from his stunning face, he made
     her breath catch in her throat. Even black and blue, the man had an almost overwhelming
     presence. The white towel tucked firmly around his waist accentuated just how dark
     he was. Dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes.
    “Thought you were in a hurry,
chèr
.”
    That mouth
 …
    She jerked her gaze up to his eyes. “I am.”
    He moved from the doorway. She swallowed hard. Gone was the weaving, beaten man of
     the night before. He took only a couple of steps, but the natural grace and control
     he had over his large frame was crystal clear. She didn’t miss the fact that the gun
     was nowhere in sight. Just as she didn’t miss the fact that this morning, he didn’t
     need it.
    He stopped several feet away, water drops still glistening on the small patch of black
     hair swirling between his pectorals.
    “Then stop staring at me as if you have all the time in the world and you’re just
     looking for someone to waste a couple of hours of it with.” He took another step.
     “I have things to do today, too,
chèr
. But that’s the sort of invitation no man in his right mind would turn down.”
    Erin lifted her gaze from his chest to his eyes, suddenlyfinding the ironic humor in the situation. “Well, I guess I’ve been mingling with
     lunatics then.”
    His smile showed his surprise. “I guess you have.”
    Realizing her plan was backfiring badly, she cleared her throat and turned back to
     her clothes, not caring if he read cowardly retreat into her actions.
    She was the type of woman who attracted the pocket protector set. When she attracted
     anyone at all. She wasn’t even sure if Teague Comeaux owned a shirt, much less one
     with a pocket.
    “Yeah, well, whatever the case may be, I don’t have time to waste. I’ll have Marshall
     contact you when I’m ready to make contact with the
bokor
.”
    He moved so fast she didn’t hear him. His hand closed around her arm, bringing her
     sharply around to face him.
    “
Bokor, mon chèr?
” His voice was flat, deadly cold, his eyes glittering black … and empty.
    The total lack of emotion made Erin shiver.
    “For a supposed expert, you haven’t done your research too well,
ange
.”
    She yanked her arm. He released it, raising his hand palm out before dropping it to
     his side, as if touching her hadn’t been his choice.
    She flexed her arm once, resisting the urge to rub it. He hadn’t held her tightly,
     but the sensation of his fingers pressed into her skin wasn’t fading. Not that she’d
     wanted to be touched by him either.
    She looked him in the eye. “My research is thorough and my sources impeccable. Are
     you telling meyou don’t have a connection with the
bokor?
Because if you don’t, you’re wasting my time.”
    “A
bokor
serves with the left hand. Uses the black magic,” he clarified. “Belisaire follows
     the
Rada
, the positive. She understands the
Petro
, the dark side, but only as a means to combat it. You don’t want to mess with that,
chèr
. No one does.”
    “Don’t condescend to me. I have researched voodoo and it’s various counterparts in
     Haiti, Africa, the islands. I’m well aware of the dangers involved in my project.”
    Teague closed the space between them with one step, but didn’t touch her. He didn’t
     have to.
    “You have no idea what you’re getting into,
chèr
. You go into the swamps alone, here … you may not come