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saying.
    â€œYou saved me from a night of mindless sex.” He didn’t smile when he said it.
    Mindless sex? The men she’d known would salivate like Pavlov’s pooch at the mention of mindless sex. She didn’t understand him, and she certainly didn’t understand his emotions that had sort of wandered off course and found her. “Gotcha. Well, I guess I’ll take a peek into the great hall. Are you coming in, too?”
    â€œNo.” His gaze drifted beyond her into the night. “I think I’ll walk for a while. There’s a certain pleasure in aloneness. Don’t you feel it? The quiet. The peace .” His voice was smoke, sex, and warm, secret places.
    She would’ve believed his voice if she hadn’t looked into his eyes first. Warm wasn’t part of his agenda. Kim finally managed to move. She stepped back. Standing too close to those waves of pheromones couldn’t be good for her sensual well-being. “You’re right. I wouldn’t mind being alone more.” She couldn’t help it if she sounded a little wistful. She was supposed to keep Fo with her all the time, and the detector didn’t have an Off button. So essentially Kim was never alone.
    She had a feeling that his “alone” meant something else. Could a man ever get too much female adoration? The thought was revolutionary. But Kim could almost imagine what would happen inside the castle if all the women knew he was outside by himself. There’d be a bloody catfight, dozens of women scratching and clawing at each other. The winner would eventually drag her battered body out here to claim her prize. Kim frowned. Something touched her that felt uncomfortably close to envy.
    â€œWould you mind if I took a quick look at your cell phone before you go inside?” He’d shifted closer again, invading her space, bringing with him the scent of wicked joys and dark fantasies.
    â€œOh, sure.” She reached for her real cell phone in her other pocket and prayed he hadn’t seen which pocket held Fo.
    â€œI don’t think so.” He covered her hand with his larger one, and she swore she felt the heat from his touch all the way to her backbone. “I think this is your talkative little phone.” He dipped his fingers into her other pocket and pulled out Fo.
    Damn. Kim snatched Fo from his fingers, flipped the detector open so he could see, and hoped for a miracle. One in which the screen remained blank and Fo remained silent.
    It wasn’t her night for miracles. Fo’s huge purple eyes blinked open, and she stared at Brynn. Only the slight widening of Fo’s eyes gave warning, but Kim knew what was coming and was helpless to stop it. Now Kim knew how the Wicked Witch of the East had felt just before Dorothy’s house flattened her.
    â€œWoohoo! DemondemonDEMON!” Fo’s small case pulsed with excitement. “Big beeeautiful DEMON. Can we keep him for a while before we destroy him? Huh, can we?”
    Kim closed her eyes and wished for an out-of-body experience. Preferably one that would take her at least a mile from this man. “I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth, Fo.” Kim’s hissed threat didn’t seem to slow down Fo’s happy vibrating.
    All right, she’d have to open her eyes sometime. He’d either be surprised or amused. Those were the usual responses to one of Fo’s outbursts. Except for the president’s secret service. It took a lot to surprise or amuse them. Fo had barely escaped with her nano-parts intact.
    Drawing in a deep breath of courage, Kim opened her eyes. Then blinked. He was fascinated. Really fascinated. He carefully removed Fo from her nerveless fingers.
    â€œIt’s a joke. It’s only a cell phone. My brother programmed her, umm, it, to say that. It didn’t mean what it said. I mean, she’s, uh, it’s not real, so it didn’t know . . .” Shut