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crispy bacon and took a bite. Honey-cured bacon was a weakness. Surlock watched her until she began to feel uncomfortable.
    “Go ahead and eat.” She picked up her glass of orange juice.
    He began wolfing down the food as if he hadn’t eaten in days.She choked on her orange juice when he picked up a handful of eggs and shoved them in his mouth.
    He looked up, egg on the corner of his mouth. “What?”
    She picked up her fork and waved it. “Use your fork for the eggs. You don’t eat food with your hands.”
    “You did.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Yes, you did. I watched. You picked up meat and took a bite.”
    “But that was bacon.” He still didn’t look as if he understood. “Bacon is okay if it’s crisp because cutting it would only make it crumble. The eggs are soft so you eat them with a fork.”
    Maybe he
had
been raised by wolves. He’d even told her that he remembered a wolf. Coincidence? Why else would he be running around naked? Wolf Boy?
    He hadn’t looked like a boy on the diving board.
    Wolf Man?
    Darcy could almost see him running through the woods, the leader of a pack of wolves. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d be completely naked, growling and snarling, ready to do battle. Or have sex.
    “This is good,” he said.
    You better believe it was.
    Darcy mentally shook her head and quickly brought her thoughts back to the present. She watched as he took a drink of orange juice. At least he knew how to hold a glass. He picked up the fork and looked at it, then plunged it down into the pancakes, bringing one entire pancake up and toward his mouth.
    “No!”
    He frowned. “I eat it with my hands?”
    She shook her head. “No, you cut it first. Like this.” She hurried over to him, took his fork and knife and cut the pancakes. “Now you take normal bites.”
    She turned to look at him. Their faces were close. She felt as if she could drown in his whiskey-brown eyes. He suddenly leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. He tasted of orangejuice. He deepened the kiss, pulling her head closer. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and her palms grew moist when his tongue stroked hers.
    Someone cleared her throat.
    Oh, go away.
    This was nice. Visions of him carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom filled her head.
    A throat was cleared again.
    Damn! She moved back, guilty warmth flooding her cheeks. One of the maids held the cordless phone. “Dr. Wilson is on the line, Miss Darcy.” The maid ducked her head, but a knowing smile played around the corners of her mouth.
    “Of course.” Darcy smoothed her hands over her hair, then took the phone from the maid. The girl hurried out.
    Darcy cleared her throat. “Yes, Dr. Wilson.” They spoke a few minutes, with Darcy agreeing to bring Surlock in later that morning. After saying good-bye, she set the phone on the table, and took her seat.
    “Don’t kiss me again, please.” She primly laid her napkin across her lap, smoothing out the linen, but her hands trembled.
    “Why?”
    Why? Why did he always ask why? And why couldn’t she ever come up with a plausible explanation as to why he shouldn’t do something? The kiss had been nice. Better than nice. It had had made her feel warm all over. Hell, it made her want to straddle his lap and press her body against his and forget about everything except how he would make her feel.
    She took a steadying breath and looked at him. Her insides turned to mush. He was way too tempting. “It’s just not done.”
    “You don’t kiss?”
    “Of course, I kiss.”
    “But not me. You didn’t enjoy it?”
    “Of course, I enjoyed it. Very much, in fact.” He was confusing her. “We don’t really know each other. Maybe kissing wouldn’t be a good idea right now.”
    He forked some of the pancake, but stopped halfway to hismouth. “I enjoyed kissing you, too.” He took the pancake and slowly chewed, but his heated gaze never wavered from her. His words pleased her more than she wanted to admit.
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