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out.”
    Erin’s skin burned at the heat rolling off him. The heat in his voice, the heat in
     his eyes, the heat of his near naked body so close to hers.
    “I know what I have to do,” she said, hating that her voice was barely more than a
     whisper.
    Teague leaned closer. She felt his breath fan across her cheeks, brush over her lips.
     “So do I,
ange
. So do I.” It was the unexpected note of resignation in his voice that kept her from
     moving away as he dropped his head, angling his mouth toward hers.
    Dear God, he was going to kiss her. Erin’s thighs tightened together without her consent.
     He lifted his hand and cupped her face, lifting her mouth to his.
    His palm was a hot brand on her cheek and she jerked away, taking several steps back.
What the hell was she doing?
    Her entire body was screaming in sudden frustration. “I—I have to get a shower. I
     have to go.”
    That Teague looked almost as disconcerted as she felt did little to calm her. She’d
     expected some cocky, arrogant retort, mocking her obvious inexperience. She realized
     she was going to have to stop expecting him to do the expected. She also realized
     she was going to have to get the hell out of here while the getting was good.
    Snatching up her clothes, she stepped around him, very aware he didn’t so much as
     move an inch. She turned at the bathroom door, facing him. “Can you or can you not
     introduce me to the local voodoo priest, your
houngan?
”
    “Priestess.”
    “The
mambo
, then. Can you?”
    “I can.”
    Not entirely satisfied with his easy answer, she asked, “Will you take me to her?”
    “Yes.”
    Erin released a breath. “When?”
    Teague visibly relaxed, that crooked smile once again curving his wide lips. “You
     don’t exactly make an appointment with Belisaire. I’ll find you when the time is right.”
    Erin opened her mouth to argue that she needed something more definite, but shut it
     again. Marshall had been vague about many things, but he had made it clear that Teague
     wasn’t just her best connection, he was her only one.
    “Fine. You can reach me here or on camp—”
    “I know how to find you.”
    Erin shivered at the promise in his words. She simply nodded, then shut herself in
     the bathroom, locking the door behind her. As if that would stop him.
    If Teague Comeaux wanted something, she doubted anything would stop him.
    She peeled off her clothes, gasping softly as the fabric rubbed against her erect
     nipples. The image of a man like Teague, all dark and dangerous, wanting her, taking
     her …
    Her thighs tightened against the renewed ache between her legs.
    She was a scientist. A woman who saw life as something to be examined, understood,
     related to fact. Her body was a complex, fascinating machine, one she knew inside
     and out and was completely comfortable with.
    On a scientific level.
    She glanced up into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes bright. She suddenly
     felt out of control. A stranger to her body’s responses.
    The idea of being wanted like that was a seductive thrill she’d never felt. That she
     liked it was even more frightening. Was it so bad to want to be wanted like that?
     To want to be taken by a man like him? Just once?
    Erin’s fingers curled, digging into her palms, fighting against the sudden need to
     do something, anything, to ease her body’s torment.
    And if she did, would once be enough?
    Teague slammed the phone down. “Damn, damn, damn.” Skeeter had taken off for parts
     unknown whenTeague blew their meeting. He’d spent a day and half trying to track his partner down.
     No luck. Ten months of hard work possibly down the drain.
    There was a light tap on the half-open door to the small cluttered office he kept
     at the back of the Eight Ball, the pool hall and bar he owned as a cover.
    “What?” he barked.
    A blond head poked in the door. “Hey, you busy?” Marshall stepped into the room.
    “What brings you down to the swamps?”