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Someone's walking on my grave. She mentally shook herself,

intentionally breaking the moment by sipping from her cup.

Gregor released Cody and stood up. "Thanks for the hospitality, but we really

gotta run. If you want some help with that bike, Tyber, give me a call. I'm good

at bringing things to life. I have a lot of background experience." He was

speaking to Tyber, but his focus was on Mills.

Mills pointedly ignored his look and his double-entendres. While the son was

adorable, she wanted nothing to do with the errant father. Even if his hair

curled ever so slightly over his collar and he had the greenest eyes she had

ever seen.

Cody said good night to everybody very sweetly. After saying good night to

Mills, he beamed up at Greg while jerking his thumb in her direction and raising

his eyebrows up and down a la Groucho.

Out in the hallway, Gregor helped Cody put on his jacket. Glancing back one more

time at Mills, he put his hands on his son's shoulders. Leaning down, he

whispered into the little ear, "Stacked."

They left the house trying to whistle a song together.

"Do you think Auntie is safe in the same wing as LaLeche?"

Tyber watched Zanita remove her robe from under heavy-lidded eyes. "The question

is: Is LaLeche safe from Auntie?" Zanita stuck her tongue out at him.

He grinned, closing his eyes. "Are you ever getting into bed tonight?"

She had washed her hair, dried her hair, took a bath, redried her hair,

slathered on lotion, made faces at herself in the mirror to see if she had

developed any new lines since this morning, and sprayed perfume on. Through all

of this, Tyber waited patiently.

"In a minute…"

"Are you expecting company this evening?"

Her head whipped around. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the way you're primping yourself, I don't know who you're expecting, but

it sure as hell isn't me. I'm already right here in bed. See? All by myself." He

yawned loudly.

"I'm thinking. I always walk around doing stuff when I'm thinking."

"You mean you can walk and think at the same time? Baby, I'm impressed."

Zanita made a running tackle for the bed.

She dived on top of him, laughing when he rolled across the bed with her.

"This is why I have to put guests in another wing, my Zanita. You are a savage

in the bedroom."

"Don't you want to know what I was thinking?"

He lowered his head to hers.

"No."

"I was wondering if this was all worth it."

He stilled. His voice became very quiet. "What do you mean?"

"I don't see how we are going to trip him up. You went to all this trouble and—"

Tyber released the breath he was holding. She had almost given him a heart

attack. "We don't have to trip him up, baby. I thought you understood that—we

just need to observe him, talk to him, draw him out. Like any problem, it'll

solve itself when least expected. Trust me, there'll be something that will stay

in our minds—"

"You know, you scare me when you talk like that."

Tyber let out a bark of laughter. He lowered his head to her again.

"I wanted to thank you for taking care of the stuff I should have; it was very

nice of you, Doc."

"Then thank me." His lips were a hairsbreadth from hers.

"Are you very upset about your motorcycle?"

He retreated, looking down at her with a frown. "Are you purposely trying to

kill my mood?"

"Auntie's awfully sorry about it; she feels terrible."

"She hides her grief well. Forget the motorcycle—it's one of those things in

life that can be repaired."

Her lower lip pouted. "You haven't forgotten it."

He caught her pouting lip between his teeth and gently suckled on it. "Make me

forget it…." He settled against her, embracing her gently.

"Tyber?"

"What?" he roared.

"I just think you should talk to Auntie."

"What is it, Zanita, are you just not in the mood tonight?"

"Whatever are you talking about?" She pushed against his broad shoulders. "Have

you lost your mind? We're talking about you apologizing to Auntie—"

"What?" he roared for the second time in as many minutes.

Zanita totally ignored his outraged expression. "She feels so terrible about the

bike; I thought if you apologized to her for leaving it in the middle of the

road, she might realize it wasn't her fault and feel better."

"First of all, the Harley was not in the middle of the road it was parked in the

driveway. My driveway. Second, it was her fault. She came barreling down the

drive going at least fifty miles an hour. Third, I don't want her feeling better

about it, but you don't have to worry because the woman forgot about the

incident before her car door slammed shut. And lastly, I am not—I repeat, I am

not going to apologize to her."

Tears filled her violet eyes. "Do you mean it?"

Tyber's shoulders sagged. He sighed. It was the tears that did him in. Zanita

was obviously the one who felt bad about it. His lady was very tender-hearted.

"All right, I'll apologize to her."

"Thank you, Tyber. I knew you would, once you thought it over."

He rubbed his nose against hers, "Are you sucker-punching me?"

"I don't know… what do I have to do?" She smiled seductively at him.

Tyber grinned. "It's very kinky."

"Kinky as in Nepal kinky?"

Tyber chuckled, remembering Greg's expression over his son's head. "I don't

know; I've never been to Nepal. But I sure as hell am putting it on my travel

wish list."

Zanita ran the sole of her foot down the inside of his leg. "What else is on

your wish list?"

"This." His mouth fastened on the curve of her shoulder as his hands reached

underneath her to cup her buttocks.

"And this." His bare leg wedged between hers, rubbing against the cleft between

her legs. She was already moist for him. He groaned.

"Your skin's getting hot." She stroked his back.

"Heat's a motion of expansion." He replaced his leg with his hard member,

running it along the outside of the wet crevice.

"I do declare."

"But it's not a uniform expansion throughout the body…."

"No?"

"Uh-uh." He took her nipple into his damp mouth, laving the bud with tender

care. "In the smaller parts of it." He blew against her breast.

She sucked in her breath. "I see."

"The body requires a motion alternative." He entered her swiftly, causing