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through her. A flush raced through her that she blamed on the heat from a roaring fire burning in an oversized fireplace at the end of the room.
    “You asked to see what I was writing.” She took a minute to look around his place, noting immediately that Marc McAllister lived well for a cop.
    A matching couch and overstuffed chairs surrounded a wooden, oblong coffee table. Hardwood floors had been varnished to a warm glow, and oil paintings of mountain scenes and rushing waterfalls hung on the walls. The glow of the fireplace and several lamps gave the room a cozy warmth with its dim lighting.
    “And that is why you came over?” He guided her to the couch, his hand remaining on her until she sat.
    He sat next to her, his gaze lowering to the manila file she still held clasped to her chest. His fingers brushed against her breasts when he took the file, and then set it on his coffee table. Her nipples hardened eagerly, and this time she wasn’t wearing baggy clothes. She didn’t need to look down to know the snug sweater she wore probably gave him a wonderful view of the curve of her breasts.
    “Yes. I would love to hear your opinion on my take on werewolves.” She’d rehearsed the line, and thought she sounded professional enough.
    Although she was almost too warm, she pulled her leather jacket around her, needing something to do with her hands. Damn, he made her nervous.
    Meeting the hunger in his gaze made her feel anything but professional. She let go of her jacket and ran her hands over her jeans, then looked away from him, nibbling at her lower lip as she looked around his living room once again.
    Marc sat facing her on the couch and reached for a strand of her hair. If he pulled on her hair again tonight she would come right there on the spot. She just knew it. Sucking in a nervous breath, she fought to keep her thoughts at a professional level.
    “And why is it that you are so impressed with werewolves?” he asked, rubbing her hair between his fingers, but not pulling.
    She swallowed. “It’s a human interest. There is so much about you that we don’t know.”
    “And you think coming out here to my den this evening will help you learn more?” His voice had dropped to a husky whisper.
    “I’d hoped so,” she admitted, looking at him again.
    His blue eyes had hints of silver through them, like bolts of lightning, charged with an energy that sparked her curiosity.
    Hell, he sparked a lot more than her curiosity. His hand moved to her cheek, long fingers cupping her chin and guiding her face closer to his. She was actually surprised at how soft his lips were when he brushed them over hers.
    Heather sucked in a breath, the smell of him filling her senses.
    “What is it that you think I can teach you?” he whispered, his gaze hooded as he bit slightly on her lower lip.
    Heather jumped to her feet, almost stumbling over his coffee table as she moved away from him.
    “Well you could…you could tell me what it’s like to change into a beast,” she stammered, her fingers brushing over her lip that he’d just nibbled.
    “It’s the completion of all energy.” He stood as well, moving toward her, like a predator would his prey. “The change allows a werewolf to release their emotions. We pity you that you aren’t complete.”
    Heather turned on a dime. “You pity us? We don’t turn into monsters.”
    “And that’s what you think I am, a monster?” He gripped her shoulders and then slid his hand under her jacket, sliding it down her arms. “Why would you wish to consort with a monster?”
    He took her jacket from her and walked over to a closet by his front door, then hung it on a hanger. Muscles glided under the flesh on his back when he moved. He had a perfect ass that his loose-fitting sweats couldn’t hide. There wasn’t a damn thing monstrous about him.
    Heather ran her fingers through her hair, turning her attention to the fire that crackled with life in the fireplace. Images of the