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her face in rapid succession. “Me?”
    He grinned, knowing she’d see the hunger in it. The possession. Hell, the pride. She was taking this a great deal better than some of the Beckett women had.
    Right up until she shrieked, that was. “No way!” She leapt from the table. “No fucking way!”
    He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to allow hurt to seep in. She barely knew him. She was entitled to a little rant. Still, what was wrong with him? “Why not?”
    “You’re a wizard!”
    He blinked. So what? “I’m also a werewolf.”
    She waved that away, like it was nothing. “I’m a witch!”
    “And?”
    “Witches and wizards don’t marry!”
    “Mate.”
    She glared at him. “We’d kill each other inside of a week, and you know it.”
    “No I don’t.” He was beginning to enjoy the sight of her pacing, waving her arms, the ends of the suit jacket flapping at the tips of her fingers. Each stride revealed a lovely length of leg that had him practically drooling.
    “You’re too rigid.”
    “Damn straight.” He was becoming so rigid it was beginning to be uncomfortable.
    “I’m … what did you say?”
    “Hmm? Oh. Nothing. Continue, please.”
    “You’ll think I’m too flighty.”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    She waved her arms, the bottom of the jacket hitting the very tops of her thighs. His knees wobbled when a slight glimpse of her pussy teased him before her arms lowered. “The first time I cast a spell you’d feel the urge to “correct” me.”
    “And the first time you saw me turn into a wolf?” He nearly fell out of his chair when she made a rude sound. “That … doesn’t bother you?”
    She looked confused. “Why would it?”
    “Why would … woman, do you have any idea how many potential partners have turned me down when they hear my last name?” Christopher stalked closer to her, aware he sounded enraged. In some ways he was. The defining characteristic of his family, the one that he always thought would be a sticking point for any potential bride, and she dismissed it like it was nothing, harping instead on the fact that he was a wizard?
    Her low mutter almost got lost in his low growl. “Oh, sure, throw your conquests in my face.”
    He cupped a hand to his ear. “Care to repeat that?”
    She snarled at him. “Look, Captain Oblivious. Witch. Wizard. Oil. Water.”

    “Werewolf.” He cupped her chin, enjoying the way her eyes went wide. “Tasty morsel.” He leaned down and licked her neck. He damn near groaned. She tasted incredible.
    “I’m not entirely certain I’m on the menu yet.”
    He smiled against her neck. “You said yet.”
    “Tricky dog,” she grumbled.
    He laughed, pulling her into his arms. He lifted his head to stare down into her sulky face. “How about a trial run?”
    “You don’t even know my name.”
    “Alannah Evans.”
    She smacked him in the arm. Hard.
    “Ow!”
    “How do you know that? Your spell?”
    Well, maybe one little lie wouldn’t hurt. “Yes.”
    “Uh-huh.” Her eyes narrowed. “Where’s my purse?”
    Busted. “In the great room.”
    “And did it just happen to fall open at some point in the last twelve hours?”
    “Possibly.” He made sure he had a good hold of her waist and prepared to throw his thigh in the way of any wandering knees.
    When she growled at him, he had to laugh. She sounded so fiercely cute. Not that he’d tell her that.
    He was a smart man, and enjoyed living with both his balls intact.
    “Alannah, I just wanted to know your name.”
    “Congratulations, now you know. Give me my clothes.”
    He sighed. “I didn’t get to finish my story last night. Would you like to hear it over breakfast?”
    “With my clothes?”
    He rolled his eyes. “All right. I’ll return with them shortly.” He walked to the door of the bedroom.
    “Don’t go anywhere.”
    “You really enjoy ordering me to stay, don’t you?” He snorted, amused. She crossed her arms, the long ends of his suit jacket flapping over her