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up, a fork of spaghetti in a white cream sauce was already half-way over the table.
    Swallowing, she leaned over and took the bite he offered.
    His breathing changed and something in his eyes warmed.
    Her heart hitched as she watched him, her hands imagining what it would be like to touch him, her lips recalling the feel of his. She chewed and swallowed, the magic in her mouth enhancing her imaginings. “That’s definitely good.”
    His eyes flared, then the heat in his gaze blipped as if it had never been there. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, his eyes closed.
    She giggled. She couldn’t help it. When was the last time she’d giggled , of all the damned things? She cut one of her raviolis in half and slipped it into his waiting mouth.
    His lips clamped onto her fork. The heat returned to his now open eyes. One hand rested on the table his fingers searching for hers.
    What was she supposed to do? Her heart raced as if she were in a panic. She wasn’t a virginal boob. She knew what to do.
    But what did she want?
    Her mind slowed, her body warming as she met his gaze, feeling a fire rise from the pit of her soul. Did she want him?
    Yes , her body whispered, each nerve in the arm holding the fork pinging to attention, raising the hairs.
    Did she need him?
    Yes, her heart cried. A few melted drops of her stone cold heart swam through her veins, filling her with a life she hadn’t realized was missing.
    He wasn’t one for settling down and she wasn’t one for roaming. But if she wanted him, she wasn’t going to give him up easily. Was that what she wanted?
    Her soul didn’t answer, not in words. A great weight lifted. It didn’t disappear. It simply felt shared.
    She slowly removed the fork from his lips, and rose half-way out of her chair, claiming those lips with her own. Salty. Smooth. Cool.
    Amazing.
    She licked his bottom lip, grazing it with her teeth as she slipped back. Regaining her seat, she speared the remaining half of her ravioli and crammed it into her mouth.
    He sank into his chair, but it took him a moment before he started chewing. “Wine?”
    “I’ve had enough.”
    “I could order more.”
    She laughed, a deep, throaty guffaw. They talked about small things after that. Nothing heavy. Nothing deep. Hobbies they had.
    When she got him talking about cars, she didn’t have to worry about coming up with anything else to say. She learned more about what happened under the hood than she ever dreamed possible. Fire walls and engine blocks and dropping a tranny and—it went on and on and on. She couldn’t stop him, though. He was just so animated when he talked about it and he lit up.
    She gulped her water. She needed full control of her senses before they got back to her place. He’d been sleeping on the couch, but after that kiss, she wasn’t sure she could force him out of her bed. Not because of him. Because of her.
    By the time they walked out of the restaurant, the buzz from the wine was gone. She still felt a little less constrained, so she knew the alcohol was still in her system. However, it wasn’t controlling her, and that’s what mattered.
    “Do you hear that?” he asked, stopping, his head cocked.
    The crisp, cold night air nipped at her when they walked out of the restaurant. She tugged her black leather jacket a little tighter and looked around. “No.” But then she did.
    A scuffle. Someone grunted. Another person growled.
    She glanced at Dexx and headed in the direction of the sounds. She unzipped her jacket and drew her weapon.
    Dexx jogged around a dark SUV and slowed to a stop, a confused frown marring his face.
    Paige clicked off the safety of her Micro Eagle and turned the corner of the vehicle.
    Two men fought in the patch of grass between the parked cars, but something was off with both of them.
    One man had fangs.
    The other had fur. And was growling.
    Paige stepped into the grass and leaned in. “Gentlemen?”
    The fanged man stopped, relaxing his face. He tugged