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and saw Drowe staring at her as if he’d
like to eat her. She recalled a few of those magazines and flushed, turning
away, knowing her definition of eating and his were more than likely completely
different. Yet she couldn’t suppress a shiver, wondering what it would feel
like. With him. His smooth cheeks between her thighs, his soft lips tasting the
heat of her…
    Oh, sweet, we’ll definitely get to that.
    She felt him chuckle in her mind but couldn’t get over the
fact he was talking to her—telepathically.
    My name’s Luke, but you can call me Romec. Then he waved at her and left her staring after him, her mouth wide open.
    Halfway home, she realized she’d forgotten to buy herself
any dinner and returned to the store, angry she’d allowed one of Talson’s thugs
to distract her.
    “Romec,” she sneered. “Who the hell names a man after a
cat?”

Chapter Four
     
    A week later, Romy still couldn’t manage to get any closer
to Tara Drake. Since running into her at the grocery, he’d managed to
“accidentally” meet her at the local fuel depot, a restaurant downtown where
she dined with her hulking brother, and outside the shipyard, where she just
happened to be checking on her property.
    In each instance, she’d given him the cold shoulder. He
could sense her interest vying with her need for self-preservation. She wanted
nothing to do with the Majesty trade, and he couldn’t blame her.
    During his brief stay, he’d had fun ridding Port Chase of
the Majesty distributed by Trotter’s rival human gang, the Threaders, in an
equally seedy district across town. What little he accomplished kept more
Majesty off the street, and if he happened to help Trotter while doing so, so
be it. Soon enough, he’d have that asshole up on charges and fired from Talson
Shipping.
    The one good thing going for Romy was his new friends. He’d
finagled his way into the Yals’ trust after several harrowing entanglements
with law enforcement and the local pleasure girls. The nights around Daket and
Min had shown him that the brothers weren’t bad men, they just worked for a bad man. The Yals needed direction. But not, apparently, around women.
    He broke out in a sweat just thinking about what the pair
had done last night. The Yals had a thing for exhibitionism. In their opinion,
the more the merrier. He’d seen enough to turn him permanently hard. Daket and Min
had shared women and taken turns. Cock-sucking, ass-fucking, the Yals
experienced that and everything in between. Their endurance and never-ending
appetite made Romy’s nights sheer hell, because to his annoyance, he hadn’t
been able to relieve his sexual hunger.
    Anytime he even thought of letting any of the Yals’
enthusiastic friends satisfy him, he’d imagine Tara Drake. The woman wouldn’t
leave his mind, and he had an awful feeling he knew why.
    She consumed him, to such an extent he couldn’t hide his interest
anymore from the Yals. They thought it hilarious he wanted to make a move on
Ms. Unattainable. They’d even put down bets on how long Romy would survive once
Trotter found out about his secret crush.
    Crush. He snorted. As if he were a youngster. He had a
hard-on the size of Werfal 6 for the woman.
    Tonight, Romy stood in the dark shipyard and watched her
house. His need to see her through the thin walls of that shack she called a
home enabled a new and unwelcome ability. By the stars, he could see through
the brick and mortar construction right to the woman herself.
    Romy groaned. Tara Drake in a skimpy tee-shirt, without a
bra, wearing barely there panties only made matters worse. His dick ached. His psychei desperately wanted to reach out and touch hers. And the thought of Trotter
getting his rocks off anytime Tara passed by one of her windows, showing all
and sundry those fine breasts, made Romy want to set the man on fire and watch
him burn.
    No two ways about it, Romy had entered The Testing.
    His psychei encouraged him to mate. Now. With her