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them in a tiny corner of her mind. Still, syrupy or not, she needed something snappy to combat the tension between them. “Then feed me so I can get outta here.”
    “I plan to do more than that.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Ryan sat across the dinette table and munched on his fries. The map of the
Tamas
Mansion
sat spread before him with a water ring marring the edge and a couple of greasy fingerprints decorating the lawn for good measure. Gesturing with his middle finger, he pointed to one of the smaller bedrooms. “This is where Nadia is claimed to have taken arsenic to be with her dead child. I’ve got notes about other investigators capturing voices and singing in there. I’m not sold, though.”
    Samara sipped from her soda can and stared at him. Ignoring the words coming from his mouth, she focused on the passion blazing in his eyes, the lilt in his voice as he described the hauntings —and the blob of cheese on the corner of his mouth. Just reach across and politely wipe it off? Say something? Point discreetly?
    Kiss it off!
    She gasped. Yeah, kissing it off presented a whole gamut of delicious ideas, but she’d just told him not to put the moves on her. Wasn’t the flip-flopping in order to turn the tables a bit…sexy, wrong, enticing, childish , against her personal rules? And whoever the voice was needed to keep quiet before she did something she’d both enjoy and regret. Guys like Ryan, no matter how much they claimed, didn’t fall for women like her.
    “You aren’t listening.”
    Heat infused her cheeks. “Sorry.” Samara busied her hands by moving his soda can off the opposite corner of the map. “One more time?”
    “You heard something.”
    “Yes.” She sighed. “But you also have cheese, right here.” Gingerly reaching across the table, she slid her finger over the melted dairy product.
    Molten lava lit up Ryan’s eyes as his tongue darted out to taste her. Sucking her finger into his mouth, he moaned. Electricity zapped through her system and dampened her panties. Who knew a glob of cheese could lead to an erotic act?
    When he released her hand, Samara sank back in her seat. Everything in the room seemed to fade away, except Ryan and the raw need sizzling between them. Something deep in her gut told her fucking him would be everything she imagined and so much more. Hell, seeing him naked would probably make her come, it had been so long since she’d been with a man.
    Then jump on him and have fun for a change.
    Jolted from her lusty thoughts, Samara pounded both fists on the table and closed her eyes. “Stop!”
    “What, Sam? Tell me what you heard.”
    He said he could help. Fine. She flattened her hands on the mahogany surface, opened her eyes and forced her gaze to his face. “Someone told me to have fun for a change.”
    “What kind of fun?” He tipped his head and his crooked his brow in tandem. The corner of his mouth drew up in a grin. “Sex?”
    “Ryan, be serious.”
    “She’s right. You and I could have a helluva time.”
    Samara rolled her eyes. The sooner she left, the faster she’d regain her senses and get past the minor flirtation with Ryan Black.
    “Sweetheart, you aren’t losing your mind. The voices are real.”
     
    Ryan folded his hands on the table and leant forward. Shit. Explaining everything would be harder than he thought. Too much uncertainty hung in the air. One wrong word and she’d bolt. But if he didn’t tell the truth, she’d more than likely clobber him for holding back. “You know who one of the voices belongs to.”
    Samara’s lips parted on a gasp. “How?”
      “Honey.” He winced, preparing for the fallout. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
    “I’m not your—” Samara’s brows knotted. “You have another woman here and you’re romancing me? I knew it!” The shrillness of her voice clenched around his heart.
    “That’s not true.” Although the shock resonating on her face crawled under his skin, her comments