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worried he’d put a tail on her constituted as being aware of her surroundings. Biggest problem now was, she saw ghosts everywhere apparently, phantoms shadowing her, while she held her breath waiting for Stone to show back up.
    Just because she hadn’t spotted anyone didn’t mean she wasn’t being followed. After an hour of meandering through the streets, she stopped at a produce stand. The prices were too high for the average person. Most commoners either grew their own produce, or ate the government issued granola bars that supplied the same necessary nutrition. The granola tasted bad, like real bad , but when left with the gnawing ache of hunger, a person ate what was available.
    The lucrative business of archeology allowed her the opportunity to splurge on occasion. An apple would suffice for dinner just as well as a government ration, and would taste better too.
    “How are you today, Mr. Scott?” She took a moment to select the one she wanted. Scott was a sweet elderly man who still maintained his own garden at eighty-five.
    “Better than average. And you, Miss Mack?”
    “Can’t complain.” She handed him the frams for the apple, adding in a hefty tip. “Tell Mrs. Franny I said hi.”
    Standing on the corner, she perused the foot-travelers as she munched on her fruit. Right off, she spied no one out of the ordinary. Her specialty was in digs, though, not spying, but she didn’t want to go further without making sure no one followed.
    “Nothing equals the taste of fresh fruit.” Stone’s voice coming from behind jarred her.
    Damn, he was good. She’d thought someone followed, but she’d never suspected him. As she bit into the produce, she turned to face him, and craned her head back. Taller than she would’ve predicted for his youthful stature, but she was fun-sized so that accounted for part of his height.
    Juice ran down her chin, and he looked away quickly, running his hand through his overlong hair in a move she dissected as disconcerted. To further increase his discomfort, she swiped the juice away with the back of her hand. The uncouth manners would turn any spooner off.
    “Tongue-gasms for sure,” she agreed, ruminating over her surprise that he kept his hair long. For a man of his status, the locks sent a rebellious message. They also gave him a younger appearance than his twenty-three years, and she bet some of the other Regents already refused to give him his due because of his age, womanizing, drinking, and fighting. But she could be wrong. Mostly she didn’t care. She really didn’t!
    He groaned at her comment. “Honey, the only tongue-gasms I’m familiar with are the ones with my tongue buried in a woman’s pussy.”
    Kella would’ve choked on her fruit had she suffered from a more delicate constitution. But why’d his comment make her hot between her thighs? The unwanted visual of his head nestled between her legs struck hard, and she imagined his chocolaty locks would tickle her skin. She shook her head in the hopes of clearing away the unwanted fantasy.
    What was she doing? She didn’t engage in sex anymore because she loathed being used for someone else’s pleasure.
    “Well...okay.” Lame reply, but he managed to tongue tie her over his remark.
    Suddenly, he crowded her space and trailed his fingers across her cheekbone. Kella allowed the stroke until her brain kicked in and screamed he took liberties. She pulled away, but that didn’t deter him. Instead he gripped her nape and tugged her so close she could feel the heat coming off his body.
    “There’s something about you. Something familiar and oddly appealing.”
    Did he chase after everything with a vagina? “Not interested in dicks, remember?”
    His gaze jerked to hers as if startled by her comeback. Stone chuckled, a male sound that resonated through her entire fucking body and fashioned funny, little swirls in her stomach. And had her clit weirdly pounding with her heartbeat.
    “Right. Lesbian. Not buying it,