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seems.” If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was getting turned on by working with her in such close quarters. For her part, she was hyperaware that his body hovered over hers. Without really wanting to, she found herself matching the rhythm of his breathing.
    “So what’s your favorite show?” he asked.
    “I love The Force . I have a little crush on the guy who plays Adam.” Now that she thought about it, Duncan reminded her of that tall, dark-haired actor, who was, of course, human. She’d never consider actually dating him, but he was great to watch on the screen.
    “I’m looking forward to some American TV while I’m here.” Again, there was a husky quality in Duncan’s voice, as if he wanted to sound casual when he felt anything but.
    “Stillman Lodge has a flat screen and cable in every room.”
    “Nice.”
    There was no mistaking the sexual vibration in that comment.
    She picked up the heady scent of arousal. Technically he shouldn’t be attracted to her because she wasn’t his preferred type, yet it seemed that he wanted her.
    The knowledge gave her a sense of power, but it also made her quiver inside. Against all odds, she wanted him, too, despite whom he was and what he stood for. He was her physical type, as evidenced by the fact he looked like the TV actor she liked. But it would be foolish to get involved. She could easily compromise her campaign for HOWL.
    Moving faster, she taped each side of the window, but she couldn’t reach the top. “I need to stand up to finish. Watch out for your chin.”
    “All clear.”
    She stood slowly to make sure she didn’t clip his jaw with her head. Once she was upright, she found herself effectively caged between his outstretched arms. For the second time tonight she was being embraced by Duncan MacDowell.
    Although breathing had become more difficult, she tried for nonchalance as she ripped off a piece of tape and smoothed it quickly against the window frame. “Well, isn’t this cozy?”
    “Bloody inconvenient,” he murmured.
    “I know.” She deliberately chose to misunderstand because she wasn’t ready to admit what was happening between them. Maybe if they ignored it, the tension would go away. “I didn’t intend for us to get stuck here, and I’m sorry.” She slapped on some more tape.
    “That’s not what I meant, and you know it, lass.”
    So he wasn’t going to let her sidestep the issue. Shestruggled to stay calm as she put on the last piece of tape. “You can let go now,” she said quietly.
    “Not yet.”
    “But we’re all finish—” She gasped and dropped the tape as he took her by the shoulders and turned her around.
    “No, we’re not quite finished.” And his mouth came down on hers.

Chapter 3
Sniffer Update: @newshound— WereCon2012 attendees ask—where’s Duncan MacDowell? His flight came, but he’s AWOL. So is Kate Stillman! #intriguedeveloping
    Duncan knew in advance he’d regret this kiss…eventually. But the moment his lips found Kate’s, he didn’t give a damn about anything except the velvety taste of her ripe mouth. He wanted this kiss, needed it with a desperation that drove him to pull her hard against his throbbing body.
    She was every bit as delicious as he’d been imagining she would be, and besides, she was kissing him back. With a groan he shifted the angle and took the kiss deeper. He stroked his tongue against hers and felt her shiver in reaction.
    God, but this was good. Of course it would be. She was such an expert in Were sex that she’d written a book about it. Reading her book on the plane had been a tactical error, but he couldn’t unread it, and many of her descriptions were burned into his brain.
    As a result, her kiss drove him crazy. Wrapping his arms around the soft angora sweater, he envisioned pulling it over her head. He could have it off in a split second. And then…as he fell deeper into lustful scenarios, he imagined a soundtrack providing background music, as if they