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with each movement.
    “Roark, I’m a lion shifter. By nature my breed is all about
the selfish, me-me-me mindset. However, you beat any vain lion or tiger I’ve
ever met in the ego department.” A large slab of noodles, meat and sauce landed
on her plate and she almost whimpered with pleasure. At least the male was
smart enough to know female shifters were no dainty flowers and could eat as
much as any male thanks to their special metabolism.
    “Eat, then you can flay me alive with your vicious feline
tongue. Remember brownies get very angry when their meals go unappreciated.” He
winked and dug into his own meal with flawless table manners that just made her
want to smack him.
    Because, hello, she still didn’t know who or what he was,
and the way the evening was going something told her she might have to work
harder than normal to dig out this man’s secrets.
    “You’re here on holiday, yes?”
    She lifted her gaze from the divine food and merely grunted
in response. Did he really expect her to stop shoveling such amazing,
mouthwatering food in her mouth just to talk to him? Silly man!
    “I’ll take that as a yes. I’m here on a little holiday as
well. Some friends recommended Limerick for its historic scenery and local
flavor. I have a sneaky suspicion you might be the local flavor. Though why I
had to fly across an ocean when I could have driven South to find you I have no
idea. Of course I hadn’t been in the US that long so maybe Fate’s having her
way after all.” He took a sip of wine, those unnatural green eyes staring right
at her, no hint of the usual humor lurking there. “Then again I think Nob needed
the break too. Plus, there’s something magical about the air in Ireland. Leads
a man toward more mystical thinking.”
    Whatever, she mentally mumbled, not in the mood to deal with
Roark’s hoo-doo talk. Calder dropped her gaze and focused solely on the
ambrosia on the plate. Could she sweet-talk, bribe or sexually convince the
brownie to make the move to Baton Rouge? Surely with the lure of Southern
cooking she could tempt the little god of the kitchen.
    Swallowing a mouthful of clear, cold, perfect water Calder
looked curiously at her host. “What will it take to woo Nob away from you?”
    One black brow arched in patent disbelief. “You want my
Nob?”
    Calder swallowed back a snicker of laughter. “I don’t want your knob. I want a chance to take your house brownie home with me. Let me see if I
can bribe him with a new house, Southern cooking, hell, I’ll toss in sex if it
works.”
    Roark’s handsome face flushed red as he stared at her, his
mouth moving but no words coming out for several seconds. “You’re serious?”
    “Um, yes, I haven’t eaten this well since Bougard’s was shut
down by the health department. Though why shut down a perfectly good place to
eat because of a few raccoons and opossums I have no idea. The animals were
there first. Damn, I miss his crawfish gumbo.”
    “You are the strangest woman I’ve ever met.” A way too happy
smile curved his sensual lips. “But if you’re willing to put out for a chance
at Nob, I’ll be happy to help you. Just be gentle with me, I’m fragile.”
    “Ughh,” was all she could say. Then the smell of the food
lured her back into Italian heaven. “If you could do it… sleeping with you
might actually be worth the sacrifice.”
    “Sacrifice? I’ll have you know women all over the world
would sell their children and pets for the gift of gracing my boudoir.”
    “Seriously, can you be more vain?”
    He gave a dismissive sniff. “I could be, but Nob taught me
too much of a good thing tends to sour others on my perfection.”
    “I think your perfection is souring my stomach, which is a
damn shame since this is the best lasagna I’ve ever eaten. I should slash you
to ribbons for ruining a culinary masterpiece. How that sweet, gifted brownie
puts up with your vain, useless self I’ll never know.”
    Temper flashed in