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permanent. Teaching those hormone-driven frat boys a lesson hadn’t even been in the equation, but they’d learned all right.
    So had Adrian. Never step blind in the world of apothecary again.
    From the moment Adrian’s father first caught him playing with Shauna, the Barbie next door, he’d been warned. Those feelings have power. You can’t wield them without losing control.
    Barbie grew more powerful the older she became, and in the end, his father had been right. His own infatuation for Shauna had screwed him. Oh, he had kept his distance from the tender-yeared doll, just as his father had cautioned, while one relationship after another failed.
    And why? Adrian massaged the tight cords of muscle between his shoulder blades. Good question. What was the point in staying away from Shauna if all the lower pedestals failed him anyway? Go big or go home, right?
    Adrian snorted. He went big all right. The moment he decided to take control of the frat-party situation with that innocently powdered sweater, his power contorted into something far worse than he’d ever intended.
    Now she wanted him to fix it.
    He took a deep breath, trying to cleanse the faint smell of freesia and syrup from his lungs.
    He couldn’t. It permeated everything. He blew the air out again and sent the stack of receipts near the cash register fluttering. He’d detected it the moment she stepped in. The tiny grains of infatuation in her seemed to form a tidal wave that sloshed through the entire room.
    With his heightened awareness for chemical reactions, Adrian didn’t stand a chance. A scent like that could send an entire fleet of apothecaries to their knees. Good thing there weren’t many of them. Maybe three or four in the state of Utah—less if they came anywhere near his girl. Then there’d be only one.
    Adrian paused. Scowled. His girl ? He shook his head.
    The siren’s song of wet heat between her thighs called out to him, and his body caved. Lucky his brain managed to hold on. His body’s reaction had been purely instinctual. A little excessive, but his three-week sexual drought could explain that.
    Or so he’d thought. Until she tore through that paper and his deep thinker went from semi-erect to near crashing through the table. She had changed over the years. Gone from adorable and adventurous to…to…preened for the groping hands of high society. Not that his cock cared much.
    The entire time he argued with her, it swelled and pointed as if to say : she’s right there…right…Oh…for the love of…will you just hurdle the table and bury me already? I’m about to explode here!
    In that moment, he knew helping Shauna wouldn’t be possible. Even after surpassing his hormonal peak, and screwing three dozen other women, his lust for her hadn’t diminished. It only increased. The urge to spread her boot-clad legs wide…it felt beyond primal.
    And that thing she did with her eyes. She’d learned a trick or two with men over the years. But had anyone seen them with the lust-filled glare he could coax out of her?
    Adrian paced the length of the room again. He’d kicked her out. But could he really leave her alone after this? Shauna threw fate a major interception by showing up here. She disclosed her identity and blew his cover at the same time. According to Samuel, the FBI was already on her tail. How long had that been going on? It wouldn’t be hard for the feds to connect the dots right to him.
    Or worse, the O could be wooing her within the hour.
    “Good hell.” Adrian punched a nearby display tower. The powder-filled canisters and pill bottles exploded in every direction. Some hit the ground and busted open on impact, while others rolled a few feet away from the chaos. “Hellhellhell.” His growl intensified to a roar. “Fuck!”
    Samuel’s voice lifted with intrigue as he entered. “Bringing out the big-boy words. I’m impressed, A. It’s like duck-duck-goose…only more fun.”
    Adrian pierced him with a fierce