Page 12 of Fever

“Josiah,” I said.

“It’s nice to meet you, Josiah. That’s a lovely name you have there.”

My eyes followed the movement of her lips.

“And yours makes me want to pull out a guitar and sing a soft melody, but I’d be too afraid to scare you away.”

A smile rushed to her lips, and the laughter that seeped through tingled my ears and hardened my shaft. I smiled, and with the primal way I was feeling, I was positive it was a wolfish one. That night I took Santana out to dinner and asked her about the break-in. The details she gave made the fine hair against my skin stand up on edge. Somehow, I’d managed to spend an entire two weeks with Santana without coming close to her bed. And well, that’s just not my M. O. Now here I was standing in front of a beautiful woman with thoughts of Santana laying heavy on my mind.

I chuckled to myself and pulled my focus back to Tara.

“Thank you, Tara.” I inserted the business card into my suit jacket pocket. “You have a good day.”

My exit felt awkward, almost like a rejection. Giving Tara no idea of if or when I would call. Also, not like me. Maybe it was the flu that had me feeling strange. Regardless, sooner rather than later, I’d find out.

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