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place?"

    The growl shifted abruptly into a whimper, and theaggravated male voice in his ear turned decidedly whiny. "Aw, come on, Uncle Tobe. I just got to bed like fourhours ago, and I have an exam in the morning. I'm agrowing wolf. I need my sleep."
    "Give it up, Jake. A hundred-year coma wouldn't be enough beauty sleep to make you prettier. Get your butt over here. You've got fifteen minutes."
    Hanging up the phone, Walker settled himself onto thesofa and propped his heels on the edge of the coffeetable. He could feel Fiona's eyes on him but let his owneyelids drop and rested his head on the cushions behindhim. God, he needed some sleep. He also needed to feelthe princess spread hot and naked beneath him, but likehe'd already said, he wasn't that stupid.
    She watched him for a couple of minutes; he could feel itas clearly as if she'd been touching him, and he grittedhis teeth against the sensation. Then she heaved adisgruntled sigh and flopped herself down on the otherend of the sofa. "Well, at least I know now that you're justthis charming with everyone, so I won't take it personally. But I can't believe no one ever taught you bettermanners."
    He didn't even twitch an eyelash. "Remember,sweetheart, I was raised by wolves."

    CHAPTER 6

    Fiona glared across the cushions at Walker's completelyrelaxed form and stifled the urge to scream. She'd knownthe man for less than an hour, and she'd already had torestrain herself from tearing his clothes off or wringing hisbloody neck. That had to be some kind of record.
    With her teeth clenched together hard enough to alter theatmospheric pressure in her skull, Fiona watched theeasy rise and fall of the werewolf's chest and plottedsome very creative forms of revenge. As bonelessly ashe'd sprawled over the end of the sofa, she knew betterthan to assume he'd fallen asleep. She had no doubt thatif she so much as moved a muscle, she'd find herself flaton her back before she even realized she'd lost herbalance. Now, that wasn't something she'd have mindedif she had thought he intended to do anything abouthaving her in that position. Other than yell at her, anyway. But somehow this seemed like a particularly bad momentto tug this wolf's tail.
    She really didn't get this whole resistance thing of his. In Faerie, and especially amid the decadence at court,resisting a mutual sexual attraction was unheard of. Bordering on mind-boggling. In fact, Fiona couldn't call tomind a single instance in which she'd ever seen any Fae not   indulge in the kind of chemistry that existed betweenher and her stubborn werewolf. It just wasn't done.
    Despite the fact that her people had left the human worldfor their own several millennia ago, they still possessed afew characteristics best described as "earthy." Foremostamong them was the tendency to screw like bunnyrabbits. The Fae just liked sex. They considered it a

    natural, healthy, and pleasant way to pass the time, so the fact that Walker was refusing to pass some time with Fiona when she had been able to feel how much he
    wanted to just didn't make sense to her. Maybe it was
    one of those weird things humans got hung up on and
    Walker had been corrupted after living among them for so
    long.
    She took advantage of his closed eyes to watch hisexpressions. She wasn't sure what she was looking for,only that she liked looking. Relaxation didn't make himlook any softer. His jaw stayed just as firm, hischeekbones just as sharp, and she could still see a littleecho of the furrow she'd already noticed creasing hisbrow just between his eyes. It was a hell of a trick,managing to look just as much of a conquering warriorwhile sprawled limply on a sofa as while trying to tear thethroat out of a rampaging demon. She'd ask him how hedid it, if she thought she'd be sticking around.
    Making a face, Fiona tucked her feet up under her andpulled her knees to her chest. She needed to keep thatpoint in mind. This was supposed to be a quick vacation,a little pleasure