"I called the Keep, introduced myself to the disembodied female voice on the phone, and asked for the Beast Lord. In less than fifteen seconds Curran came on the line. "I'm going into hiding with Jim." The silence on the other side of the phone had a distinctly sinister undertone. Perhaps he thought that his kissing superpowers had derailed me. Fat chance. I would keep him from having to kill Derek. That was a burden he didn't need. "I thought about this morning," I said, doing my best to sound calm and reasonable. "I've instructed the super to change the locks. If I ever catch you in my apartment again, I will file a formal complaint. I've taken your food, under duress, but I did take it. You rescued me once or twice, and you've seen me near naked. I realize that you're judging this situation by shapeshifter standards, and you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread." "Not necessarily." His voice matched mine in calmness. "You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while." I didn't grind my teeth--he would've heard it. I had to be calm and reasonable. "My point is this: no." "No?" "There will be no falling, no sex, no you and me." "I wanted to kiss you when you were in your house. In Savannah." Why the hell was my heart pounding? "And?" "You looked afraid. That wasn't the reaction I was hoping for." "You flatter yourself. You're not that scary." "After I kissed you this morning, you were afraid again. Right after you looked like you were about to melt." "You're scared there might be something there, between you and me." Wow. I struggled to swallow that little tidbit. "Every time I think you've reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe--ever expanding." "You thought about dragging me into your bed this morning." "I thought about stabbing you and running away screaming. You broke into my house without permission and slobbered all over me. You're a damn lunatic! And don't give me that line about smelling my desire; I know it's bullshit." "I didn't need to smell you. I could tell by the dreamy look in your eyes and the way your tongue licked the inside of my mouth." "Enjoy the memory," I ground out. "That's the last time it will ever happen." "Go play your games with Jim. I'll find you both when I need you." Arrogant asshole. "I tell you what, if you find us before those three days run out, I'll cook you a damn dinner and serve it to you naked." "Is that a promise?" "Yes. Go fuck yourself." I slammed the phone down. Well, then. That was perfectly reasonable. On the other side of the counter an older, heavyset man stared at me like I had sprouted horns. Glenda handed me the money I'd given her. "That was some conversation. It was worth ten bucks."