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threat more out of a sense of obligation than any real intentions, and he must have understood, because he looked remarkably unafraid. She would have to work on her delivery.
    A glance at the bedside clock told her she was half an hour late for work, which mattered not a lot.
    Technically, she had set this day aside for interviews, so she didn’t need to go to the office at all, unless she drew a complete blank with tracking down any of her witnesses. Still, as attractive as the naked man in her bed might be, she did need to get up and get started.
    Hiding an enormous yawn behind her hand, she pried Luc’s arm from around her waist and pushed herself out of the bed. She stood for a minute beside it, making sure everything worked before she headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she called over her shoulder. “If you’re still here when I get out, I suggest you at least have breakfast ready. It’ll go easier on you that way.” She heard him laughing through the closed bathroom door and contemplated opening it to tell him she hadn’t been joking. Oh well. He’d figure it out.
    A hot, hot shower managed to steam away most of her morning brain fog and a good bit of her temper as well. Somehow with the water beating down over her head, relaxing her muscles and pinkening her skin, she found it a lot tougher to hold on to last night’s anger with Luc. After all, it wasn’t technically his fault that she’d been forced to acknowledge the things in the stories her grandmother used to read her before bed every night actually existed. That had happened when Dmitri and Graham had barged their way into her friends’ lives and opened her eyes to a side of reality she’d never really had any desire to see. Clearly, this wasn’t about what she wanted.
    If it had been, she would be happily living her life, secure in the knowledge that vampires and werewolves didn’t exist and fairy was just a derogatory word for a homosexual male. Life had been simpler, then, and a whole lot more appealing.
    Working a handful of herbal shampoo into a lather, she acknowledged that as much as she would prefer not to be in the position of having to help find an escaped Fae and return him to his homeland, the fact that she was in that position really wasn’t Luc’s fault. And as convenient as it was to blame him—his shoulders were more than broad enough to bear the burden, after all—it wasn’t really fair to do so.
    Damn her for being conscientious.
    In the end, as much as she wished she could go back in time to the part of her life before her best friend had become a vampire, and her other best friend had gotten knocked up by a werewolf, it just wasn’t going to happen. She’d learn to deal. But honestly, that was almost the worst part—the fact that she could learn to deal. Shouldn’t there be some sort of psychological syndrome that described the reaction of a person’s mind to something that it couldn’t handle? An impressive-sounding condition that made a person retreat to a sort of catatonic state where she sat in a room all day drooling and drawing crayon pictures on the padded walls? Because Corinne could understand if that’s where she had ended up. The fact that she’d ended up in bed with a Fae warrior and had no real problems with it…that was the part that freaked her out.
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    But aside from the pointy ears—and the glowing and the magic and the being a different species thing, a less than helpful voice in the back of her mind pointed out—Luc seemed like a nice, normal guy. The sort of guy she’d been hoping she’d meet one day. He was sane—or at least as sane as she was—employed, handsome, sexy and he could do things with his hands that… She shivered. Never mind that, the point was that no matter where Luc came from or what sort of being he admitted to being, it barely fazed her.
    She didn’t