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please don't stop you're killing me.' Yes, I definitely think—"

She punched his shoulder.

He chuckled, planting a quick kiss on the tip of her chin.

"You're very proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"Mmm." His mouth trailed down to her collarbone where he lingered in possessive

male afterplay.

"I'm thinking I really shouldn't have added to your arrogance level, Doc."

"The decision was, shall we say, taken out of your hands. Besides"—he nipped her

chin—"I don't have an arrogance level."

"Ha! Oh, Tyber, don't do that…" She sucked in her breath as his open mouth drew

strongly on her neck. She shivered.

He stopped to look at her. "Are you getting cold?"

Not hardly. But she nodded, discretion being the better part of valor. Now that

she wasn't under the influence of her raging hormones, she was beginning to get

slightly embarrassed. They were lying naked, outside in a lounge chair under the

light of the full moon. True, the blanket covered them, but what if Blooey

should decide to take a midnight stroll in the backyard?

More worrisome, she had never hopped into bed so fast with anyone in her life.

She had known Steve for two years before taking the plunge, and Rick—even with

that aberration, she had been dating him for several months. What was she to

make of this? How was she supposed to behave? They weren't involved, yet she had

been more intimate with Tyber than she had been with anyone in her life. He had

seen her totally out of control.

She massaged the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. No, he had

caused her to become totally out of control.

Tyber took command like a regular blood-and-guts general.

The man was dangerous. Positively lethal. Who knew what responses he could coax

from her when she least expected it? She had absolutely no intentions of

becoming involved again. At least not for the next millennium.

Tyber rolled off her, reaching down for his jeans. Suddenly shy, Zanita wrapped

the blanket around her as she searched for her clothes. As soon as she had

dressed, she tried to think of a graceful way to make a quick getaway. She

needed some time to dwell on her wanton behavior. Looking and drooling was one

thing. Touching and groping quite another.

"Look, Tyber, I'd better be going now. Thank you for inviting me, and good luck

in your research—"

Tyber watched her knowingly as he pulled his jeans over his lean hips and zipped

them up. She wasn't even looking at him when she spoke! He placed himself

directly in front of her, removing that option.

"Oh, no you don't, Ms. Masterson. How many times do I have to tell you I won't

let you run away? We just shared something, and I'm not just talking about the

sex." He ran a hand through his hair as a vision of them entwined in a

passionate embrace played in his mind. "Though it was incredible, wasn't it?"

Her chin came up defiantly. "I'm not running away. I'm leaving. There is a

difference."

"No. You're not."

She sighed. "Tyber, I don't know what—this was." Her hand indicated the now

vacant chaise with its rumpled blanket. "I don't know how I'm supposed to act in

a situation like this—stop right where you are!" He had started to move closer

to her. The last thing she needed right now was him befuddling her with his

touch.

"Zanita…"

She would have to elaborate, so he would get the picture. For a genius, he could

be awfully thick-headed. Surely he should have been able to figure out that a

woman of her advanced years would have had enough encounters with his sex to

swear off men entirely!

"I've had one and a half relationships in my life and—"

Tyber didn't hear the rest of her words; he was still stuck on the first part of

her statement. "A half of a relationship? What the hell is that?"

She flushed. "I don't wish to discuss it."

He was looking at her as if she were some odd specimen he had just discovered

under his microscope. Make that telescope, she amended. "And you can take that

look off your face right now!"

"What look?" He still was viewing her strangely.

"You know what look! I am no different than anybody else—there is no need for

you to peer at me like that."

He took a deep breath. "Zanita, you are so far removed from any other person I

have ever met that the comparison defies description. Believe me, sweetheart,

putting your name and the norm together is a contradiction in terms."

"And who are you to judge?" She tapped her foot, swinging her arm in an arc to

encompass his bizarre home. "Need I say more?"

He narrowed his eyes. "So I'm eccentric."

"Eccentric!" She scoffed. "You, Tyberius Augustus Evans"—her index finger poked

his chest—"are a kook!"

Tyber's mouth lifted at the corners. "A kook?" He placed his hands over his

heart. "Zany, you wound me."

"That's Zani with an i."

A dimple popped into his cheek, and she was locked into a spontaneous embrace.

"However can you tell?" he whispered laughingly while nuzzling her hair.

She looked up at him with a wounded expression. "It's the way you say it. I just

know." His fingers idly toyed with the tiny curls at the base of her neck while

he observed her earnest little face. He felt his heart jump.

"Zanita, I adore you." His lips pressed warmly against her forehead. "Stay with

me tonight."

Stay with him? He adored her? She gazed at him in shock. Did that mean he wanted

them to have a relationship or… Another horrible thought occurred to her.

"Tyber, you—did you use protection? You have to be so careful these days and—"

Her hands covered her face. "Oh, God, what have I done?"

"Don't worry about it, baby; I took care of it."

Before she could think of an appropriate response to that, Tyber lifted her in

his arms and carried her into the house. He didn't put her down until she was

gently deposited in the center of his bed.

Which happened to be a giant oyster shell.

Zanita blinked up at him, nonplussed at his presumption. No other man of her

acquaintance would have dreamed of acting so assertively. Then again, no other

man of her acquaintance could have brought her so completely to satisfaction.

Nonetheless, she was not about to let the man haul her around without her

express consent.