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just fly up on your broom?”
    She stopped and scowled at him over her shoulder. “If you don’t want me making comments about you baying at the moon, wolf man, you should stop right there.”
    Wolf man? His wolf’s eyes widened in shock.
    He barely held back his snort. “Touchy?”
    “No. Just tired of the stereotypes. You know, witches, brooms, crooked noses and warts.”
    “Your nose is definitely not crooked and there’s no sign of warts from what I can see.”
    “Thanks.” She made a face and finished the climb to her apartment door. As soon as she opened it, an orange cat appeared and slunk out. “Marmalade, get back here!”
    Stone turned to watch the cat as it nimbly descended to the street. “Your cat doesn’t seem to be listening.”
    “He’s not my cat.”
    “He was inside your apartment.”
    “I know. I’m just helping him out for a while.”
    “Helping him out?”
    “I like to help. He’s between homes so I let him crash here when he needs to.”
    “Between homes?”
    “He sort of comes and goes. Here for a week, gone for a month. I keep hoping he’ll stay long enough that I can get him to a vet and have him neutered.”
    His wolf whimpered and eyed the witch warily.
    “No wonder he keeps leaving,” Stone murmured, following her inside.
    “Cats don’t care if they have their nuts or not. And a neutered cat is easier to find a home for.”
    “Ah.” He looked around the room he found himself in.
    Stone had never given much thought as to what a witch’s apartment might look like. If he’d been expecting a cauldron or a crystal ball, he’d be sorely disappointed. Tina’s apartment looked decidedly normal. Sofa, chair, television. He ticked off the contents finding nothing unusual.
    “Not even a book of spells sitting out on the coffee table?” He finished surveying the room. “I’m completely disillusioned.”
    “They’re all in the back room that I use as an office. Well, except for the one in my room. I’m supposed to be reading it but the plot sucks.”
    He nodded and then shifted his focus to Tina. She’d kicked off her shoes—purple heels—and dropped her nametag in a small dish near the entrance.
    “Do you want something to drink? More water? A soda? Something stronger?”
    He could scent her nervousness. Curious. At the club she’d seemed confident but now... “You don’t do this often, do you?”
    “This?”
    “Take a strange man home.”
    “You’re not that strange.” A nervous laugh accompanied the quip.
    “Christina.” He deepened his voice, a warning growl skimming the word.
    “Er...” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
    “I’d better go.” He turned to leave and she caught him by the arm.
    “No. Don’t leave. I...er...I don’t bring men home but I’m not a virgin. It’s just that usually I’ve known them for a while before we progress to...this.”
    “And what makes me the exception?” He cocked his head to the side.
    “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I suppose I’m bored with how my life has been going.”
    “A boredom remedy? Is that praise or an insult?”
    “Praise. Definitely praise.” She took his hand and tugged gently. “Let’s sit and talk for a bit first.”
    He allowed himself to be led to the sofa.
    Talk.
    Definitely not how his nights usually went. He sat down, the cushions sagging under his weight. Tina sat beside him and laced her fingers together on her lap looking for all the world like a prim and proper school marm who’d been doused with pots of paint.
    “So, what do you do? I mean, what’s your line of work? Something in the military? Part of Lycan link?”
    “Something like that.”
    When he didn’t expand on his answer, she tried again. “Well, what about in your spare time? Do you watch movies or read or...”
    He sighed. He didn’t do small talk. Snaking out his hand, he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a hot kiss. No gentle nibbles, no tentative pecks. If she wanted