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way she could. That certainly was true. “I imagine you have to rein yourself in pretty tight with other women. Just like I do with other men.” She felt him tense up at the mention of other men. “And even then they probably bare their throats to you and go all submissive in response to your domineering presence.”
    Jeremy snorted. “I attract two types—those who want me to step on them and those who dare me to but then run away as soon as they get a glimpse of what I can be.” He studied her carefully. “I used to go for the second type and try hard to make their defiance last as long as possible. Eight months. The longest lasted eight months.” He paused and his face hardened. “Lately I’ve been following my dad’s advice. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. Plenty of women waiting in the dark.”
    He threw the words out as if daring her to argue with him. The clever bastard was baiting her. He wanted her to declare that she’d last longer than a piddly eight months, wanted her to react against the idea of being just another fuck in a long line of willing women. She sidestepped the trap.
    “You’re not used to dealing with women as equals. The novelty will wear off pretty quick. Just don’t do anything stupid when it does.”
    His eyes widened. Jeremy threw back his head and laughed. “I’m not sure your novelty will ever wear off. And if I do something stupid I’m sure you’ll let me know.”
    Lee frowned in the face of his amusement. She just couldn’t seem to get him to take her seriously. Then again, she liked his self-confidence and sense of humor. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. That, of course, caused her breast to lift and shifted his attention away from her face. He zeroed in on his target and had her nipple in his mouth before she managed to lower her arm.
    Jeremy’s stomach grumbled loudly. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her a bit sheepishly. “Werewolves have to eat regularly. How does bacon and eggs sound?”
    “Wonderful.”
    He got out of bed and opened drawers, pulling out boxers and a t-shirt.
    “Can I borrow one?”
    His head popped out the top of a white t-shirt. “Three Peaks Triathlon” was printed on the front. “What?”
    “A clean t-shirt. Mine’s beyond disgusting.”
    “Oh, of course.” He tossed her a shirt. She held it up. This one said “Run for the Cure”.
    Jeremy left the bedroom. Lee pulled on his t-shirt. It fell to the middle of her thighs. Her underwear and jeans were a mess too. She’d have to wear the jeans for the ride home but the other two items she decided could be tossed. Leaving the jeans in a crumpled heap on the floor, she wandered into the kitchen wearing only the borrowed shirt.
    Lee sat down at the small table and watched him work. The coffeepot was already turned on and he had a piece of bread stuck in his mouth as he dumped a whole package of bacon into the pan.
    “You run in a lot of races,” she said to make conversation.
    “Yeah. It’s fun.”
    “Not really fair to the competition.”
    “I hold back. Make sure I cross the line in the top ten but I let the guys who have to work for it get the glory.”
    “That’s good of you.”
    He shrugged. “I don’t want to be noticed too much.”
    “Yeah. I know the feeling.”
    He threw her a look of understanding then turned back to the stove. “It’ll be a while. Feel free to take a shower if you want.”
    She nodded. A shower was a good idea. After that she could eat and leave. Lee was working on a time limit. Her self-healing earlier gave her about four hours of high-octane fuel. After that she was going to come down hard and would need to sleep like the dead for several hours. By the time they ate there wouldn’t be a lot of leeway. Riding her bike once the exhaustion hit would not be safe. Lee thought about staying at Jeremy’s place but rejected that idea. She didn’t trust him enough to drop into a near coma in front of him.
    Lee walked back into the