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heaving chest. “Your nipples hardened and your…” his gaze lowered more, “clitoris did as well.”
    Oh dear God. She covered her face, shame spinning her away from him just as he began to growl. She snapped back around. “Are you kidding? I can’t be ashamed? Fuck me, do I have to be pissed all the damn time for you to not want to kill me?”
    He calmed immediately and let out a breath of relief, bending over and holding his knees. “That’s not even the worst of it.”
    She focused on keeping fear out of her mind. “Really,” she said dryly. “And by the way, that reaction in my body? That was a false reading on your part.”
    “No, your nipples did indeed get hard, as did your clitoris.” He raked a hand through his hair, like that was the least of his bothers but she couldn’t keep her mouth out of overdrive.
    “It’s a purely reflexive response, like eating, or-or sleeping.” She widened her eyes, “or yawning! ”
    He paused to regard her, his head angled. “Maybe. But not you, not in this case. You clearly liked it.”
    She gasped. “I did not!”
    He stormed to her, breathing heavy, but she held her ground, even shot her finger in his face. “You have the same instincts.” She quirked her brow, waiting for acknowledgment. “Oh no you don’t, don’t you dare look clueless!”
    “I’m…” he spun and began pacing again. “I’m not sure about my instincts.”
    “Not sure? Crock of shit.”
    He looked at her annoyed. “What is a crock of shit?”
    “What you just said is.”
    “No, the term, what does it mean?”
    “It means those words you just strung together is the equivalent to earthenware full of fecal matter! A crock. Of. Shit. ”
    His lip quirked as he thought. “That’s disgusting.”
    “You’re changing the subject.”
    “Well, it’s not like a crock of shit pertains to the topic either.”
    “It’s slang. And it should have been listed.” She nodded rapidly.
    “Well, excuse me, I must have missed it, Miss Isadore.”
    “So, what, are you trying to tell me your man parts are broken?” She waved a finger at his midsection. “You’re saying you’ve never been aroused?”
    “Not that I know of, no.”
    She choked on incredulity. “Have you had sex before?”
    “No, I haven’t.”
    She threw up her hands, “Ugh. Seriously. You’re a virgin.”
    “As far as I know.”
    His tone was dead serious and Isadore snorted and cocked a hip. “As far as you know,” she made her tone derisive then pointed right at him. “I call bullshit.” He gave her another perplexed look and she wagged her finger, refusing to be sidetracked. “I’ll get you a slang dictionary soon, don’t worry, but there is no way, you’re going to convince me you’re a virgin. So, that brings us to finding out how you got here and what happened to you that brought on this massive amnesia. Are you willing to go to the hospital and be checked out?”
    “What?”
    “What? What do you mean what, hospital, run tests, find out what’s wrong with you, or right, whatever.” Isadore tried to get a hold of her anger, she was being too harsh. She couldn’t help it. Hard nipples, virgin, yeah right.
    “Of course I am willing,” he said. “When can we do this?”
    She hated how excited he sounded, and sincere. Bastard. “Are you hungry?” She was ready to start over, she didn’t want to scare of her new found project.
    The subject change softened his handsome face. “I am. Always.”
    “Yes, you said that. How have you been eating?”
    “I’ve been eating here.”
    “Here? And how?”
    “When you’re gone, I come in and eat.”
    He said that like it was clearly the normal and practical thing to do. “Is that so. That’s illegal, you know.”
    He regarded her as though connecting the meaning of the word with his actions. “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    “Yes?”
    She rolled her eyes and headed to the kitchen, giving up on his confounding cluelessness. For now. “So you break into my