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reliable. Because then maybe she wouldn't be quiteso convinced that sleeping with Tobias Walker would bethe most exhilarating experience of her life so far, or thatthe man would rather chew glass than give in to theirmutual attraction.
    This vacation was turning out to be a lot less fun than shehad planned.

    CHAPTER 5

    It was tough to do any strategic planning while sportingan erection that would have scared most lifelong sexworkers.
    Walker realized this during the few minutes he spentpacing his living room and trying to decide what to dowith the hundred pounds of trouble in the next room. Lupines tended to be a superstitious lot—maybe becauseof the primitive instincts that lurked so closely beneaththeir more civilized surfaces and maybe just becausethey   knew   some things could only be explained by magic —but Walker had never thought himself to be particularlyprone to those kinds of thoughts. He'd certainly neverbefore suspected he might be cursed. Now, he had torethink that position. What other reason could there be forthe sudden appearance of the niece of the Queen of Faerie who had dropped into his lap at a time when he

    already felt like a juggler keeping half a dozen
    Volkswagens spinning above his head?
    "I could fit me and a friend in this outfit. Know anyone
    who might want to come over and join me?"
    Walker whirled on Fiona with a snarl before he realizedhow stupid that was. If he wanted to ignore the sparksthat flared between them, he probably shouldn't bereacting possessively at the image of another malegetting into the princess's pants.
    Dragging his gaze away from said pants—a pair of hissoft, gray sweats that bagged adorably between thetightly winched drawstring at their waist and the thickcuffs where Fiona had been forced to roll up the hems tokeep from tripping over them—he found her eyes smilingat him, clearly amused and unconvinced by hisdetermination to keep his distance. Probably because itwas pretty clear he hadn't managed to convince himselfyet.
    Hell.
    He shoved a hand through his hair and tried to adopt aless lust-glazed expression. "I need to figure out what todo with you."
    "I could make a suggestion—" She broke off when he
    made a choking sound, as if he'd just swallowed his own
    tongue, and her grin turned wicked. "Actually, I could
    make several, but you seemed to indicate a desire for me
    to keep my hands to myself. So I was thinking more
    along the lines of you bidding me a fond farewell and
    letting me get back to my vacation."

    "Like hell."
    He must have looked as dismissive as he sounded,because she gave him a petulant little glare. "What? Haven't you ever needed a few days off?"
    "Lady, you've got no idea. But what part of being a Faerie
    princess has proved so fricking taxing for you?"
    "Don't ever call me that!"
    Her vehemence took Walker by surprise. He raised aneyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Youobject to the truth?"
    "I object to you making assumptions when you know nothing more about me than the name of one aunt."
    She glared at him with an expression that could havemelted steel, and he tried to tell himself that was betterthan the expression that said she wanted to lick him upand down like an ice-cream cone. His self snorted.
    "Whoa," he said, holding up a hand. "You're the one with the magic powers and the pointy ears, which make you Fae, and you're also the one who told me you're Queen Mab's niece, which makes you a princess. So how am I a jerk for calling you what you are?"
    Her lip curled. "I don't know. You're the son of a bitch, sowhy don't you tell me why word choice makes adifference?"
    Walker sucked in a breath and fought the instinct to snarl. She'd made her point, though she was the first womanhe'd ever met who objected to being called a princess. "Fine. You don't want me to curtsy? Works for me. But I

    still need to figure out what the hell happens next."
    "You don't need to figure out anything about me." Her tone couldn't