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"Here's a question," I said. "All these things you notice – why didn't you do that with your roommate?"

"What do you mean?"

"There was plenty to see. The dilated pupils, the sweaty skin, the pharmacy in his bedroom. And you didn't notice?"

"Maybe I didn't want to get close enough to notice."

Recalling the guy's behavior, I felt my fingers flex around the steering wheel. "But you noticed his dick. He made damn sure of that."

She hesitated. "Just what are you getting at?"

"Your safety," I said. "The guy's a druggie and a pervert. And you were still living there? Why?"

"Well, I'm not living therenow."

"Obviously." I softened my tone. "I'm just asking why."

"You mean, why I didn't move?"

"That, and why you didn't see the trouble straight-off."

"I saw," she said. "I just needed time to come up with a plan, that's all. And besides, I wasn't dealing withhim, not at first. I was dealing with Tara, the girl who rented me the place."

I still wasn't buying it."Even with Tara, you missed more than you saw. So I'm curious why."

"Wait a minute…" Becka turned sideways in her seat to face me. With a smile, she said, "Does this mean thatyou'rethe one with questions for a change?"

"You could say that."

"Hmmm." Her tone grew speculative. "If I were smart, I'd whip out a no-questions clause and make you suffer."

I knew what she was getting at. "Likeyou'vebeen suffering?"

"Exactly."

I turned my head and gave her a long, lingering glance. "You weren't suffering last night."

"I was, too," she said. "My stomach is still sore."

I frowned. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"Oh sure,I'mfine," she said. "But my abs? With all that convulsing, they're...well, let's just say they got a super good workout." She snickered. "So reallyI'mthe victim here."

"Oh yeah?" I was grinning now. With feigned innocence, I asked, "Convulsing from what?"

"Oh, shut up," she laughed. "You know what."

I did.Last night, we'd been up until nearly dawn. I couldn’t get enough of her. And vice-versa.

I'd never been with anyone so responsive. She was sweet and sexy and up for just about anything.

I loved making her climax. And I was damn good at it, too.

"Is that a complaint?" I teased. "Because I could ease off a little…"

"No," she blurted. And then, she cleared her throat. "I just mean, well…" She laughed. "You know what? This conversation has gone way off track."

It had.But in a good way.