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narrowing in agitation
before sighing and running a hair through his still wet locks. “The incident
happened when I was eight. It wasn’t bombs it was more like a little gunpowder
play and…” He pointed a finger in their general direction. “I’ve already
replaced the pot several times over. Nob only pulls out the big guns when he
wants something. So I’m going to guess Martha Ray came out with a new line of
cookware that you now just have to have.”
    The brownie sniffed in irritation. “It’s Martha Stewart, you
cretin. But yes, the goddess of home domestication has created an even more
perfect set of pots and pans that I simply have to have.”
    “Then buy them, I don’t care, but please stop the drama
brownie routine every time your favorite television characters come out with
something new.” The last line came out more a plea than a demand, but even
Calder could read the sincerity and affection between the two.
    “I’m off to the market then.” The brownie clapped his hands
and raced away, out of sight.
    “Should have waited until after he got us settled down
before offering up the latest in cooking magic from the magnificent Martha.”
Roark waved a hand to the living room. “Come on, let’s see what the useless
lazy creature can conjure for you to eat.”
    Had she landed in some alternate world? Because nothing
she’d seen, sniffed or felt since coming to this house fell within her realm of
normal. “Seriously, am I on some Irish version of Punk’d ?”
    “What? No, of course not. Come on, we’ll get tea and see if
Nob was in a cooking or baking kind of mood today.” Without giving her a chance
to speak, much less refuse, Roark grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him.
    What the hell, she thought. Why fight insanity when it was
much easier to humor the loony patients. Besides, her cat urged her to explore
and a free meal sounded better than the cold cereal waiting at home for her.
    The winding dark hallway glowed softly with wall sconces adding
to the romantic ambiance rather than detracting from it, and for a second
Calder almost tasted fear in her throat.
    But that was ridiculous, right? Female lion shifters feared
nothing. They were the queens of any forest they entered. Just because a male
entered her jungle, a man with a human scent but with hidden powers, she
shouldn’t freak out? Right?
    “Come now, I don’t bite, but you could talk me into letting
you have a nibble or two.” The grin he shot her sent heat spiraling straight
between her thighs and her cat into a frenzy of lust. Stupid hussy, she
mentally smacked the cat back. Having sex with a stranger she’d never see again
was one thing, but inviting her mate to have sex without knowing what species
he was… Well, she wasn’t that kind of cat.
    “You’re pretty cocky for a man alone with a lion shifter,”
she replied instead of answering his sexual taunt. He’d find out soon enough
all cats liked to play with their prey.
    “Darlin’, I’m not blind nor have the rest of my senses shut
down, so to say I’m aware of every inch of you,” he sniffed the air much like a
predator, “is delicious and very very tempting. It’s not vanity to acknowledge
the truth.”
    Enough was enough. Calder planted her feet on the hardwood
floor and yanked her hand from his secure hold. Hands fisted on her hips, she
demanded to know the truth. “What the hell are you?”
    His tanned hand covered his heart while a wounded expression
crossed his face. “Oh sweetheart, you wound me, really you do.” He batted those
insanely long black lashes at her while assuming an innocent expression. “I’m
simply a male admiring a beautiful woman, inviting her to share my humble
cottage over a simple dinner.”
    “Does anyone ever buy your bullshit?”
    “Frequently,” he admitted with a cocky grin, causing those
freakishly bright green eyes to glow in the low light. “So now that we both
know where we stand, let’s eat then you can tell me how