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line of sight led me straight to his groin. I had excellent recall. He certainly was gifted in that particular area.
    “You keep looking at me like that, princess, I might forget my manners.”
    I wouldn’t pretend I didn’t know what he meant, and I couldn’t deny that a small part of me wanted to shuck off the covers and lead him into the shower with me. It had been rather a long time since I’d been in a relationship. I was, much to my own shock, thinking of sex. Hot, sweaty, oh-my-God sex. I couldn’t recall ever being seized by pure lust before. It was exhilarating.
    “That’s it. I’m coming over there.”
    “Don’t you dare!” I glared at him, but he hadn’t moved. He was giving me a smoky look, though, one edged with amusement, so he knew I was flustered and thought it was funny. What was wrong with me? I didn’t even know this man!
    “Did you really go through my underwear?” I asked tartly.
    “Yep. I even picked out a few of my favorite pairs. I put ’em on top.” He shook his head. “I was a little disappointed with the available colors. No red?”
    “I refuse to discuss my lingerie with you. And I do not appreciate your assumption that you’re going to see me in my undergarments. Ever.” I paused and tried to gather my wits. And tone down my… well, lust. My gaze meandered along the robe again. Wow. He was really built. “Could you find no other appropriate attire?”
    He grinned at me, and my stomach took a peculiar dive. “I love that mouth of yours, princess. Go on. Talk pretty to me.”
    “You’re insufferable.”
    “Aw. I bet you say that to all the jaguars.”
    Would nothing stop his rampant flirting? I had the insane urge to smile at him, but instead I rolled my eyes. I did not want to encourage his bad behavior. Much. “Please go upstairs, Mr. Jones. We’ll talk after I take a shower.”
    “You need help scrubbing your back?”
    “No,” I said primly. He opened his mouth and I lifted my hand in a stop gesture. “Nor do I need help washing any of my other parts.”
    “My morning is really starting to suck.” He sighed at me, then turned and deliberately sashayed away.
    I couldn’t quell my laughter.
    He flashed another grin at me over his pink-clad shoulder. I tried to think of something else I could offer him to wear, but I wasn’t a sweatpants kind of girl—and I had no men’s clothing. Aside from Tez draping himself toga-style in a tablecloth or sheet, the robe was the best option. I swear, it had nothing to do with the way the material clung to his rather impressive buttocks.
    Tez took the stairs two at a time. After I heard the door shut, I went up and locked it. I must admit, at least to myself, that I rather liked Tez. More than I should, given that we had just met—and under the oddest circumstances. However, continued trust was another issue. It had to be earned.
    I put in a call to Damian, a lycanthrope who was in charge of town security, and asked him to drop by. Then I took a scalding shower.
    Mud caked my skin. It took two good scrubbings to feel clean—and I used half a bottle of shampoo on my hair. By the time I finished up, nearly half an hour had passed. I dressed in a pair of beige pants and a cowl-neck top in dark brown. I blew my hair dry and pushed back the mass of blond curls with a tortoiseshell headband. I put in my diamond earrings and slipped on a pair of beaded mules.
    I gently picked up the pillow on which the skull rested and carried it upstairs.
    Tez and Damian were in the kitchen.
    Tez leaned on the counter near the stove with his arms crossed. A bruise stained his cheek and a cut slivered the skin above his eye. My robe was torn across the shoulders, too.
    Damian sat on a barstool by the island. He had a shiner, and a sullen expression. He rubbed his scraped and swollen knuckles.
    “What happened?” I put the pillow with its cargo onto the counter closest to Tez. I turned and glared at Tez, then at Damian. I hadn’t heard the