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tingle with the need to slap it. Appalled by her own thoughts, Nikita shook her head. Damn it, she must be getting loopy from a lack of sleep.
        “I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided it doesn’t change how I feel about you. Witch hunter or not, I still want you.”
    Nikita’s mouth dropped open. This was a complication she had not foreseen. Nor was it one she’d ever faced before. She gestured toward the couch. “Please take a seat.”
    He sat and Minx immediately took up residence in his lap. Sitting he was eye to eye with her. Securing her towel, she decided it would be prudent to remain standing. No need to give him any accidental peepshows. “I guess you don’t quite grasp the situation here. I came to check you out—as a possible evil menace. Not to date you. That’s not on the agenda.”
    “Nikita, you’re my one.”
    “One what?”
    He gave her a significant look. “Your cousin is a witch. Did she tell you about the bond she formed with her husband?”
    Understanding dawned followed by shock. She knew he wanted her. But to learn that he wanted to bind himself to her on a permanent basis was stunning. And damned misguided. “Not going to happen.”
    “You don’t understand. There’s no choice in the matter for me or for you.”
    She scoffed. “I’m not a witch.”
    “You don’t have to be.” He shrugged. “Maybe one of your ancestors-”
    “Shut your spell spitting mouth. There are no warty noses in my family tree.”
    His eyes widened. “Could you tone down the witch hate for a second and listen to me?”
    “I don’t have to. It ain’t happening.” She shook her head. “Look, if you’re saying this because you think it will help you get in my pants, you’re screwing with the wrong girl. I don’t do witches. I end them.”
    “Are you saying you don’t feel the pull, too?”
    She considered lying but she didn’t know what his talents were. Witches had different latent abilities. To some, detecting a lie came as natural as breathing. “You’re handsome, I’ll give you that.” She shrugged to show that she found the attraction negligible. “Why don’t you tell me why you think I’m your one?”
    He sat forward, his blue-green eyes glowing with intense emotion. Minx took offense at this move and hopped to the floor. She sauntered off to the kitchen. “The first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you. There’s this sensation of déjà vu whenever I look at you. It’s like I’m having a happy memory of a moment I’d like to return to. Each time I’m with you, I feel more alive. It’s like an energy surge. I guess that’s why I have a difficult time containing my emotions when I’m with you.”
    His answer was unexpected. She’d expected to hear a sex filled diatribe which she could easily dismiss. Still, she wouldn’t trust a witch. Who knew? She could have taken out a friend, lover, or family member of his. This could be a means for revenge. “Say I believe you, this won’t work. I don’t intend to give up my job.”
    He gritted his teeth. “I can live with that.”
    She couldn’t help it; she laughed. “You can live with me hunting and dispatching your kind?”
    “You said you only…ended evil witches. You’re sort of like witch police. I know there are some witches that are less than scrupulous about how they use their powers. I can understand the need for someone to do what you do.”
    Ronan sounded most reasonable. She didn’t believe him for an instant. “Bullshit.”
    “What will it take to convince you?”
    “Nothing.” He captured her wrists, holding her arms out wide to their full length, and drew her forward until she stood between his knees. Her skin tingled beneath his touch. She gritted her teeth against the unwelcome sensation. “Release me.”
    “You feel it, don’t you?”
    “What I feel is your hot paws making me sweat. I don’t like to be touched.”
    “So it’s just not me you don’t like touching you?”
    “I’m