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incredible you think I
am.”
    “You’ve been on experimental medication, haven’t you?”
Something outside nature had to cause this overdose of ego. Most males she
knew, shifter or others, were proud, but tried to at least pretend to be
subtle. Not so with Roark. If someone didn’t know how amazing he was the man
would be more than happy to tell them, she thought with an inner smirk.
    “Now why would you ask that? I’m high on life, darlin’.
Something I think you could learn a wee bit about.” The ego monster pulled her
hand from her hip, twined their fingers together and continued their journey
down the hall.
    “Now if you can keep your hands off me long enough to eat
dinner, I promise you won’t regret it. Nob is an amazing chef even if he is a
bit on the pigheaded side.” The smells reaching her sensitive nose had her
brain agreeing.
    The kitchen he led her into was the size of her cottage if
not bigger, filled with flowers and delicious smells that had her stomach
rumbling in appreciation. “Considering your ego is larger than most shifters I
know, you have to be paying the poor man a fortune to put up with you.”
    “Nob’s a house brownie. There’s no paying them, but then
again you have to give them free rein in all your houses. They do what they
want, how they want to and have total control of who stays or goes in their
home. Pretty much like being married, but without the sex.”
    “Is everything fodder for jokes to you?” Hanging around this
guy was like babysitting a six-year-old hyped on sugar.
    “Darlin’, when you live as long as I have you learn to
either take the world with a healthy dose of laughter or start on the meds to
try and keep your sanity. I prefer to live life Prozac-free. Besides, human
meds don’t work so well on my kind.”
    “What is your kind? You seem to know a whole lot about
shifters yet you’re remarkably quiet on what you are.” She watched, back to the
wall, while he pulled out everything for their dinner. A large glass dish of
lasagna, full bowl of salad and from the oven, a steaming loaf of soda bread
complete with butter and garlic, and again her stomach made its presence known
by letting out a loud and demanding grumble.
    Far from feeling embarrassed, Calder shot her eyebrow up and
cocked her hands on her hips. “So instead of answering my questions you’re
going to what, ply me with food and hope to score?” Her inner hussy purred in
agreement at the idea of getting this handsome but cagey man anywhere near a
bed, preferably naked.
    “Don’t forget the wine. A proper seduction always involves
good wine and possibly mood music.” He held out a chair and gently pushed it in
when she reluctantly sat.
    “I think I’ll pass on the illustrious Barry White. Feed me,
no problem, but I draw the line at cheesy seduction moves from the seventies.
So now that we’ve tossed sex out of the evening’s entertainment why don’t you
try explaining your rather unusual existence?” The man might be a child stuck
in a demi-god’s body, but he certainly knew how to play word games with the
best of them.
    So many things shocked her this evening, only the latest
being the house brownie apparently in charge of the care and feeding of Roark.
Everything Calder ever heard about brownies said they were vain, difficult and
worth every headache to have. They cooked like Parisian-trained chefs, cleaned
better than Martha Stewart on crack and kicked ass in home security. No one,
but no one messed with the home of a brownie. Anything else she knew was
strictly rumors and myths since house brownies were never seen in the shifter
community. Shifters were too low class and barbaric for their delicate
sensibilities.
    “You’ll miss out on so many things if you don’t embrace the
cheesy in life. I, for one, tend to look for it. Makes my life interesting and
entertaining. And what is life without entertainment, I ask you?” He took a
seat next to her, so close their legs rubbed