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bamboo in the living area, but in this space the walls were also made from the same bamboo. Windows lined the far wall.
    “What’s outside?” I asked. It looked and felt like a perfect yoga room, but only if the view supported mindfulness.
    “Mountains. Peaceful.”
    “Will it work as a sacred place for yoga and meditation?” I moved to trace the walls with my fingertips, ESP turned on medium.
    Pierce stepped back, giving me space. “Gut feeling—yeah. But we need to see what your fingers say.”
    I spun, facing him with an uncontrollable grin. “Normally you would have just said “talk.” Making love mellowed you, Tynan Pierce.”
    The faintest tint of pink colored his cheeks. “Working on respect, here.”
    I clasped both of his hands with mine, and images flashed. His mother, hands on her hips, his father yelling, and a young Tynan with tears in his eyes because he couldn’t find words to explain whatever they wanted to know. The image was so completely opposite of my experience with Lorcán and Siofra that my mouth dropped open. I snapped it shut and put my curiosity on hold. Now wasn’t the time to ask, not with my heart heavy and aching for him. And not when we had other pressing things to deal with. “You’re doing a damn fine job, and I appreciate it. How about I give you a running commentary while I’m learning the space?”
    He brought my hand to his lips, kissed it. “Freaking fingers see too much.”
    Guilt jabbed at me. He was right. I’d trespassed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to turn them off after I revved up to explore the walls. I won’t ask about what I saw unless there’s some pressing reason that…”
    His shrug jerked a bit, and stopped my promises. “We’re together, Everly, so it’s gonna happen.” There was an undercurrent of anxiety in his words, and it unnerved me.
    I lifted onto tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “We’ll figure it out. There may be times you have to stop me from touching you, and I have to accept that. I’m not saying it’ll be easy for me to learn that you’re not rejecting me , per se, but I’ll… we’ll find a way to work through it. You’re ahead of me, have learned about me better than I’ve learned about you.”
    His mouth tipped into a smile. “This is a hell of a naked conversation, Belisama.”
    I glanced down. Yep. There wasn’t a single limp appendage in sight, my breasts were flushed pink, and my belly jewel sparkled in the light like it was begging to be touched. “Maybe a cold shower before I turn my fingers loose on the walls.”
    “After. I have detailed fantasies about you in that shower, and they’ll take a while to satisfy.” His eyebrow twitched, and I’d learned that particular expression meant he was hiding something.
    “So, wanna tell me what the secret is?” My curiosity zipped into the red zone, and I barely stopped myself from begging him to tell me.
    “Walls first. Surprise later. It’s outside.”
    The inflection in his voice sounded suspiciously like me. I cocked my head to the side to see his face from a different perspective. “You do that thing where you imitate the voice and actions of someone. Is it part of being a super spy?”
    He nodded. “Part of Huna, too. You know that.”
    I did, just hadn’t adjusted to Pierce studying with my grandfather, and the connections between them wasn’t operating in my brain yet. “That’s why you know me better than I know you. The Huna-slash-grandfather connection.” I stomped on my irritation. It was no one’s fault but my own that I hadn’t been using my training like I should have been. “Okay. Moving on.” I planted my hand on the nearest wall, and my grandmother popped onto my internal monitor. I jerked my hand back, rubbed it on my thigh. “ Kuku wahine .”
    “Doesn’t that mean grandmother?” Pierce asked.
    “Yeah. You know what?” I waved my hand toward the wall. “I can’t do this without clothes.”
    Pierce’s forehead scrunched into