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laugh. “Good one Mr. Tarzan.”
    Again he paused, flipping quickly through the pages. “Tarzan.”
    “Neither of those are in there, as I’m sure you know ! What is your name, sir, and what the hell are you doing here?”
    “Scaring you, apparently.”
    “No, not scaring, pissing me off. To a scary point.”
    He smiled a little, seeming all happy. “I actually understood every word you just said, except pissing. I understand it, but not in respect to how you used it in the sentence.” His gaze lowered as though seeing if she’d wet herself.
    “Wow, you’re good. Who sent you? My mother? She sent you to fuck with me?”
    He stared at her. “Fuck. You used it in a different sense.”
    “It means to mess with my head,” she tapped her temple. “Try to make me think I’m crazy.”
    “Is there another book with more words?”
    She stared at him, incredulous, then stormed downstairs, retrieved the thesaurus from the bookshelf and ran into him as she turned. “Shit!”
    “Shit?” he muttered, curious.
    “It means you scared me and you shouldn’t sneak up on people!” she nearly yelled.
    “I didn’t sneak up on you.”
    She planted the book in his calm, naked chest, not allowing herself to get distracted—for more than a second with the tattoos.
    He took the book. “I don’t know what they are,” he said.
    She raised only her eyes to him. “What, what are?”
    “The tattoos.”
    She gave a light snort.
    “You think I’m lying?”
    “You sound shocked.”
    He smiled and studied her. “I like you like this.”
    Her stomach flipped at his words. “Like what? Pissed that you’re a con and are playing me like a broken, old, rundown violin? Was it worth the money? Is it Dr. Fresdo? He still pissed that I didn’t let him throw me under the bus so he can take credit for my work?” she jabbed a finger at him. “That was my work, I worked my ass off for it!” She stormed to the kitchen and banged out pots needing something to do that had lots of banging and slamming involved. “I should have kicked his ass when I had the chance, but noooo, he was too frail. Frail my ass! ” She turned and again he was near her, making her jump. “Would you quit sneaking up on me!”
    She stared up at him, her heart ready to beat out of her chest at seeing the look on his face. That hunger again. His eyes seemed brighter somehow as he stroked her cheek with his index finger. “Silky.”
    Shit, was he going to start touching now? Discovering? The sarcastic remarks melted on her tongue with the emotion she heard in his description. Like he’d sought a fitting word and was glad to have it now. “Very funny.” The retort came out all frail and whimpery, like a stupid teenager.
    “Despairing azure…” he whispered next. “What is your name?”
    Once again, she was caught in his pensive gaze. He’d trapped her before , felt like he looked into her…brain. “Isadore,” she mumbled. Wait. Despairing azure? What the hell?
    “You like me. ” His tone was conclusive but she didn’t like the sound of it, like that was such a disappointing discovery.
    “What? I don’t like you.”
    His face turned hard now. “Don’t lie.” The bite in his words hammered fear into her spine and his lips tightened over perfect teeth as he put his fingers to his temples, clenching his eyes shut. “Stop. Your fear… disgusts me. And your lie infuriates me!” He spun away from her, his breathing labored. “What’s wrong with me?”
    The last strained whisper zapped her fear away and she hurried to stand before him. “What’s wrong, do you feel sick?”
    “Stop! Don’t give me your remorse. I—” He turned away from her again.
    “You what?” She got back in front of him, the persistent scientist. “Talk to me, explain what’s going on.”
    He growled and paced, holding his head. “There’s heat… when you’re afraid. Especially afraid of me. In my body. I don’t like it, but not because I want you to not fear me.