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animal-rights people.”
    “No, I have not been…oh, this is an impossible conversation. Listen. You swallowed a love potion, you big baboon. Get that through your thick head. We have to do something about it, now! ”
    He looked over to the cages where some of the rats were humping away, while others were nuzzling each other like little lovebirds…or love rats. Still others were nibbling on miniature versions of the jelly beans he’d just eaten.
    He didn’t believe for one minute that there was any such thing as a real love potion…no matter what she said about Viagra. But there wasn’t a chance in hell that he wasn’t going to pounce on this opportunity. “So, when do I go into lust mode? Will I be makin’ love to you on the floor, like those rats? And no one will be able to blame me ’cause I’ll be out of control from your potion, right? And you’ll lose all your inhibitions and jump my bones like a hobo on a hot dog, right?”
    “The potion isn’t about lust…well, not totally. It’s a love potion. Please, Luc, try to vomit, or go to the hospital and have your stomach pumped, if you won’t let me do it.”
    “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    “If you only knew.” She sighed and rubbed the fingertips of one hand over her creased forehead.
    “I thought Terrebonne Pharmaceuticals made birth control and hormone replacement pills.”
    “They do. This is a…um, special experiment. But we haven’t started the human trials yet.”
    “Special? Human?” His head cocked in puzzlement as he watched her face redden again, and she avoided his eyes. “Aha! You’re going to be one of the experimentees, aren’t you? Whooee! Sylvie Fontaine taking a love potion! And, man, you wouldn’t want news of this to get out any too soon, right?” A rush of exhilaration ran through his veins, just like when he had a good hand in bourré and knew he was going to win the game. SylvieFontaine didn’t know it, but she was going to help him and the shrimp fishermen. Or else…
    The possibilities were endless…and surprisingly tantalizing.
    “Project heads often volunteer to be their own ‘guinea pigs.’ And it will be a long time before this product is ready for market. That’s the only reason Terrebonne Pharmaceuticals wouldn’t want a premature announcement of our tests.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke.
    She was a rotten liar. He kind of liked that about her. “I don’t understand why you would be working on a love potion. And by the way, are you the only one I’m going to be lusting…oops, I mean loving? I’m not gonna be in rut for every woman I meet, am I? That could be really time-consuming, and I have a date with some crawfish down on the bayou.”
    Her shoulders slumped, and he almost regretted his vulgar taunting. Almost.
    “Luc, why do you talk to me like that? You’ve been doing it for years and years. What have I ever done to you?”
    “’Cause you’re so uppity-uppity, always looking down your nose at me.” And you react so quickly to the least little jab .
    “I am not. I do not.”
    “ Mais oui , you do. Not that I care.”
    She raised her brows in disbelief. “In answer to your question, no, you won’t be attracted to just any woman. Only me.”
    “Well, isn’t that convenient?”
    “The jelly beans you ate had my enzymes in them.” She put up a halting hand when he was about to make another smart remark. “If I’d putyour enzymes in a neutral set of specially prepared jelly beans and I ate them, then the process would be reversed.”
    “Enzymes?”
    She shrugged. “Enzymes can be obtained in lots of ways, or simply by taking a tiny drop of saliva.”
    “Yech! I ate your spit?”
    “Luc, that’s the least of your problems.”
    Her words were beginning to sink in, which raised more questions. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who are the males who are gonna be sucking up love potions with you in this little human test run?”
    She jutted out her chin stubbornly.
    “I