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to stroke her pert breasts until—
    “Can you see it okay?” she asked. “I can make the text bigger if you need me to.”
    “Thanks, but I can see it just fine. I’m thinking.” His eyesight was far better than she would ever know. And he hadn’t lied. He had been thinking, just not about the e-mail in front of him. As a result, his pelt had grown even thicker. When he transformed, his fur was deep brown tipped with silver, and he was afraid that some silver fur might be sticking out of the open neck of his dress shirt already.
    Once again he focused on the e-mail, and this time he was able to actually read the damned thing.
    Hey, babe, I can tell from the way you write about werewolves that you dig them. Girl, you need to get it on with a real werewolf, and I’m the one to show you the ropes. Write back and I’ll meet you whenever and wherever you say. Until then, think of me as always—Ready Fur U
    Aidan growled.
    “Aidan? Are you okay?”
    Shit! He’d growled, and she’d heard him! He made a big production of clearing his throat before he turned to answer her. “I felt like I had something stuck in my throat. It’s gone now.”
    She laughed. “You clearing your throat sounds a lot like a Doberman guarding the front door.”
    She couldn’t know how close she’d come to describing exactly how he felt. Some asshole was trying to make contact with her for the purpose of sex. Aidan no longer cared whether the guy was a werewolf or only pretending to be so he could meet her. Aidan would track him to his lair, wherever that might be, and put him out of commission.
    Emma’s laughter faded. “You’re looking really fierce right now. In fact, you’re scaring me a little.”
    Immediately he offered her his most winning smile and hoped to hell his canines didn’t look too frightening yet. “Sorry. It’s just that I hate guys who use the Internet to harass women.”
    “Do you think you can find out where he is?”
    “Absolutely. And I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to start the process.” As Ralph pulled up in front of her building, Aidan reached inside his suit jacket and took out another card. “If you’ll send the e-mail to that address, I’ll get on it tonight.” Unwittingly he’d created a great cover for the fact that his guys were already working on the trace.
    “Now that we’re at my place, why not come up to my loft and use my computer? I’ll make coffee.”
    God, did she have any idea what she was saying? He thought maybe she did. Lust shone in her blue eyes. She knew exactly what she was saying, and Doug had mentally been kicked to the curb.
    He clenched his back teeth together to keep himself from saying yes. ... Yes to the invitation, yes to the coffee, and yes to the sex that would definitely take place if he stepped foot inside her apartment. He might be able to accomplish the deed without her noticing that he’d become unusually hairy.
    But he wouldn’t do it. Roarke was going to be so proud of him. “Thanks, but you need sleep, and I can work better on my own equipment.” Saying that nearly killed him, but he felt noble as hell.
    “But—”
    “Seriously, it’s important to accomplish this, and it’ll all go faster at my place.” Which would be his office instead of his apartment, but she didn’t have to know that. “I’ll e-mail you the results when I’m done so you’ll have the information in the morning and can pass it on to Jenny.”
    “Okay.” The word was drenched in frustration and disappointment.
    Hell, she seriously wanted him to spend the night with her. And he wasn’t going to. Roarke should give him a damned medal.
    “We’ll wait here while you let yourself in and go upstairs,” he said. “Leave your phone on, and if there’s any problem when you get up there, call me.” He pulled his phone out of his jacket and turned it on. “I can be there in no time.”
    She gazed at him. “Sure you won’t come up?”
    His tail was growing and beginning