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there?”
    “Like I said, I was concerned for your safety.” He keeps up with me stride for stride as I speed up, and we’re still entirely too close for comfort when I reach my car door.
    Or entirely not too close, depending on which part of me you ask. I may have officially had a psychotic break.
    “So you make a habit of following women in the dark and saving them from the error of their ways?” I mean to tease, but it comes out a little angry in my general sense of panic.
    “No, it’s not a habit.” His voice is more defensive again, and now that we’re in better light, I can see that his green eyes flash a bit. “But you clearly didn’t know what you were getting into, and…and I was concerned.”
    “So I guess that makes you the badass then.” I make my tone lighter, shifting my body so he has to look at me and see my smile. In the moonlight, I can see his features soften to a smile of his own. God, he has a really great smile. I should just tell him that.
    No. God, no. He’ll think I’m even more nuts than he already does.
    “I suppose it does.” His grin is infectious and panic-inducing and hotter than hell.
    “Well, thanks then,” I say lamely. He nods and we stare at each other for a while. It’s probably seconds, but in that time my mind is creating all kinds of scenarios featuring this man in my future, some more ladylike than others. I swear there is heat in his eyes as he gazes at me. The panicked half of my mind is still busy plotting my escape—not very well, but still.
    Suddenly his eyes widen and he steps back as if stung. “It’s you.”
    “What?” I’m so stunned, I forget being crazy, escaping, wanting to fuck him, everything.
    He shakes his head as if to clear it. “I didn’t say anything.”
    Oh shit.
    I’m so flustered I completely missed the usual pressure I feel when an animal forcefully projects their thoughts to me, and evidently my brain made a connection without thinking through the consequences. I feel myself blushing furiously and snap shut my mind with a bank-vault-size slab and spin the imaginary lock wheel.
    Jorge still just looks stunned and lost. “You…you were in my head that day in the shelter. And now again tonight, I felt you there. How…how…?” He shakes his head again.
    I rip my eyes away from his accusing, confusing gaze and turn to my car and fumble with my keys. “I should go . ” Damn these keys. Get in the lock already. Why don’t I have a newer car with keyless entry? “I’m sorry to have caused you concern tonight. No harm, no foul. I’ll just leave now.” I babble until I finally get the car unlocked and go to open the door.
    He reaches an arm out and blocks the door. “What are you?” He sounds less shocked now and more curious.
    “I don’t know what you—”
    “Don’t pretend, Chloe. What are you?”
    I turn my gaze to him again. He doesn’t look threatening, just curious. I could melt in those eyes.
    I stare at him and realize he isn’t going anywhere. In fact, he’s standing so still I’m not sure he’s even breathing. Now that’s control. I’m pretty sure I’m shaking like a leaf in a tornado. But before I can tell him anything, I have to know. “Did you hear my thoughts?”
    He tilts his head and looks even more curious as he answers. “No. I just felt your presence in my mind.”
    Phew. OK, I can deal with this. “Well, I heard yours. Tonight you said ‘it’s you,’ and at the shelter you were cursing out the stupidity of people. And it’s probably your own fault for projecting your thoughts so damn loudly.”
    He nods, and somehow I feel a little disappointed that he’s not more shocked. “Yes, I was pretty pissed off that day. I came in to report my suspicions about my new neighbors, and I couldn’t stand seeing all those people surrendering their animals because they just don’t want them anymore. As if they were disposable. Unforgivable.” He’s growling again, and this time I rather like it.