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    “Sometimes, it starts with butting heads, thinly-veiled threats of physical violence, and some idiot with a fabulous ass strutting around naked,” Tamara said.
    Naked? Astrid’s faced burned at even the thought of Fabian peeling off his clothes. Was he showering right now in her absence? Lounging on her bed in only his towel and beard?
    She might even learn to like beards if that were the case.
    Nope. Not going there . “Okay, well, none of those things are happening here. No one’s getting naked.”
    Astrid paused in front of the very small book section and grabbed an English-Spanish dictionary off the shelf. It probably wouldn’t contain the complete vocabulary typical of a Shrew—phrases like “light his ass up and don’t stop hitting until his face hits the mud”—but at least she’d be able to look up words like “shower” and “smug” and…
    She turned to the back half, and scanned the Spanish-to-English D section.
    Yep. Dragón meant exactly what it sounded like.
    “Ass,” she mumbled.
    “Who are you calling an ass?” Sarah asked.
    “Sorry. I’m shopping. Some guy just cut me off with his cart.”
    “Careful, now,” Tamara said. “You know how you get when your road rage kicks in.”
    “Look, that happened one time in the heat of passion. That was years ago.”
    “It was last Christmas.”
    She couldn’t argue with that. Maybe it was. Shit blurred together.
    “All right, girls, let’s rein it in,” Dana piped up. “Astrid, has Fabian been able to share any information about Jacques’s movements? If we can’t finish the job in the next week, we’re going to have to turn this over to the Feds and let them handle it.”
    “He hasn’t yet, but we haven’t really had a chance to hash it out. He’s…”
    He’s what? Gorgeous and distracting?
    She groaned, thinking back to how her body had tingled with need when he’d touched her, and how her panties had drenched with his brazen claiming of her. She’d forgotten everything that mattered when he’d put his lips on her skin. When he’d pressed his hard cock against her belly, she couldn’t think of anything beyond how good he’d feel stretching her, and she’d never been a casual woman when it came to sharing her body. In fact, since becoming a Shrew, she was even less inclined to let a man touch her. She even avoided handshakes.
    Perhaps it wasn’t so much Fabian revving up her engine, but the fact she’d denied herself a basic human need for so long.
    She idled her cart in the checkout line and plucked up a three-pack of orange Tic-Tacs. She wasn’t giving up onions anytime soon, but she could at least be conscientious about her consumption of them.
    She rolled her eyes. When had she ever cared? She’d never been so careful around her brother or the Shrews.
    “Hello? Astrid?” Maria said by way of nudging.
    Shit . “Distracting,” she said to finish her earlier thought.
    “Mm-hmm. Felipe says Fabian has a masochistic streak that includes attraction to cranky brunettes, so I just bet he is,” Sarah said.
    Astrid’s cheeks burned again, and that almost never happened, and certainly not twice in five minutes. She wasn’t the kind of woman who got embarrassed. Shame was something she didn’t like wasting energy on, but the Shrews knew her too fucking well, and they weren’t going to let her tiptoe away from hard truths.
    She piled the contents of her cart onto the conveyor belt with an indignant huff. “You know what? Felipe can come get his own brother, and I’ll fly home. Maybe I’ll be back in time to help Eric with spring WienerFest.”
    “WienerFest is cancelled,” Maria said, and her voice was unusually solemn. She was the most upbeat of all the Shrews, which maybe wasn’t saying much. They didn’t do enthusiasm well, but they were usually happy on the inside.
    Kinda.
    “What do you mean, cancelled? I just talked to him three days ago, and he was complaining about vendors having raised their rates for