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damn near impossible to kill. She, on the other hand, weighed next to nothing. The top of her head barely reached the middle of his chest. He admired her spunk, but his little darling needed to learn her limitations.
    “Baby, put the lamp down. It weighs almost as much as you do, and I’d hate for you to hurt yourself.” Caleb tried to keep the amusement out of his voice, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but when she lifted the lamp higher and nearly lost her footing, he couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips.
    She gave him a blistering look then snapped her arm back and threw the lamp at him, barely missing his head.
    He ducked, and his condescending smile gave way to a scowl. “Woman, you almost hit my head.” He eyed the broken lamp. “That’s no way to treat a man who just saved your life.”
    “Don’t come near me,” she shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re a werewolf for God’s sake! If I had a gun, I’d shoot you.” She stilled suddenly, and her eyes widened. “Did you bite me?” She ran a hand over her neck and arms. “Am I going to turn furry on the next full moon?”
    “No! I’d never—well, maybe not never,” he amended, thinking of the time he would claim her. “But I didn’t bite you. In any case, that whole turning furry thing from a were bite is an urban legend.”
    When she continued to eye him warily, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair and decided to try a different approach. “Look, this isn’t going the way I planned. I assure you, I can explain everything. Just get back in bed, and I’ll get you something to eat. What you need now is nourishment and a few more hours of rest.”
    She shook her head. “Not going to happen. Just step aside so I can get out of here.”
    “I can’t do that. It’s not safe for you to leave the cabin, and besides, you can’t go out dressed like that.”
    She glanced down at herself, and Caleb grimaced at the look on her face when she glared at him.
    “Now before you get your panties in a knot, take note. I didn’t remove them or your bra, and I didn’t peek, despite the temptation.” He’d added the last bit about not peeking in hopes of earning a few brownie points for good behavior, but as her gaze moved over him, taking in the fact he wore a pair of baggy sweats and nothing else, he doubted even a testimonial from Mother Teresa would help him. Worse yet, the moment she’d jumped out of bed jiggling her goodies, he’d sported a hard-on the size of a nightstick.
    “Did you do anything freaky to me while I slept?” she asked suspiciously, darting a quick glance at the front of his sweats.
    Caleb almost groaned. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but she’d just made a liar out of him. His little darlin’ didn’t like the idea of his taking advantage while she was asleep, but the thought that he might have turned her on. He could smell her arousal, like honeysuckle in summer, and it was giving him a hard-on from hell. If he didn’t have her soon, he was going to disgrace himself like a pubescent wolf getting his first whiff of tail.
    Caleb shifted his feet in an effort to ease the pressure in his groin and smiled at her. “Baby, you’re damn hard on a man’s ego, but let me assure you, if I’d done anything to you, your sweet little pussy would be quivering with satisfaction instead of aching with need. And I wouldn’t be standing here waving a flagpole in your face.”
    “Smug bastard,” Max snapped, standing her ground, despite the rosy hue of embarrassment coloring her brown skin. “I’m not your baby, or anything else. My name is Maxine, Max will do, but baby is out. And as for sleeping while you got your freak on, well, let’s just say I believe in the old adage, the bigger the man, the smaller the package. In which case…” Her gaze dropped dismissingly to the bulge in his sweats. “…that’s probably a couple of rolled socks you’ve shoved down the front of your