Shea took her time braiding her hair, fussing over her blue jeans, adjusting her ribbed cotton shirt, allowing her mind time to cope with the new knowledge. It was frightening yet fascinating. She wished she had observed it in someone other than herself. It was hard to accept it clinically when it was her own body she was studying. She nearly dropped her brush. Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. It was sinful and unfair to have such a voice. . There was a teasing note now.