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pieces of the conversation above the static in her head.
    “Antonio. Antonio Silva. I’m visiting from Seattle.” He sent her yet another vision of wickedness in his smile. “And you are?”
    “Coco. From the canal.”
    “Well, Coco from the canal, I have something for you.” He tossed something and she deftly caught the bottle, barely shifting the board. His sharp eyes followed her movement.
    “You could barely walk when you were inside. Now you’re balancing on a board in the water.”
    She cracked open the water and took a sip. She’d told him she needed water, just not what sort. She re-capped the bottle and set it on the board.
    “Don’t have my land legs. I grew up on the water, never really adapted to land.”
    “Really?”
    “Really.” She stifled a smile.
    “You seem a bit more… coherent as well.”
    Shit. What was she to say to that? Coco didn’t bother to answer; she just dipped the paddle, pushing closer. She casually examined the dock he waited on. It was private enough for what she had in mind. It jutted well out over the water. Once she hit solid ground, she’d be in trouble once again, but it was a risk she’d take. She needed to get her hands on her handsome Siberian.
    Again, grief streaked through her. So many problems and all she could do was tread water, praying for help. If she could at least regain her animal half, she might be able to use it to help herself. He was the first Siberian she’d seen since… since she could remember, and maybe he’d bring her animal to the surface. It was worth a try. If nothing else, he’d be fun to play with.
    Within seconds, she was at the dock, looking up at Antonio Silva. Big and Brazilian. Sexy as hell. She just might enjoy the next few minutes. Her gaze was level with his groin, and to her appreciation, something was pressing against his fly. His hand came into view and she looked up, noting his smile was gone. All that was left was intent. She took his hand, letting him lift her up onto the dock. In one smooth move, he propelled her to the wall of the building that backed up to the canal. She hit hard, her head snapping back, but he controlled the impact. She was breathless and startled, but uninjured.
    With her back to the wall and the wall of his body to her front, Coco smiled giddily, aware that she was right on the edge of losing it. Thankfully, he kept her pinned in place; there was no chance of her falling now.
    “Damn, but aren’t you sweet?” she murmured as he bent to her, running his lips along the side of her throat. Like magic, her body responded, tightening and heating up. She fought the urge to hump his leg. Instead, she looped one arm around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He leaned in closer and she slid her other arm into his jacket, running her palm up his chest. The rumble in his chest told her he liked that… a lot. She tugged his shirt loose, finding hot, bare skin. She also found the file.
    She gasped as Antonio lifted her off her feet, pinning her high against the wall. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around his hips, going straight for the gold.
    His lips were warm on hers, as though his entire body generated heat and fire. He licked at her lips, not trying to get in, but enjoying the contact, the taste and texture. Finally she opened, urging his tongue into her mouth. Their first kiss was deep and carnal and so very, very sweet. When he broke away for a breath, she looked steadily into his eyes. Even through the tinted lenses of her glasses, she could see the golden gleam of an aroused shifter. Did her eyes look the same, or were they plain, ordinary human eyes?
    Impulsively, she snuggled close, letting this temporary intimacy wash over her, taking a little comfort in the fact that, for now, she wasn’t alone. As though sensing the change in her mood, Antonio hugged her, rubbing the skin of her back, nuzzling her cheeks with his.
    “Hey,” he said, pulling back slightly. “Let’s get rid of