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pads.  You do not smell as bad as the young one.  You have some sense.
    You do not smell as bad as the young one, Gypsy said.
    The young one is MINE, Dak said, this time adding a threatening rumble.  You touch him and I will rip your guts out.  Brandy loves HIM, too.
    Since they didn't know whether this was true or not, they ignored it.  Tom-Tom stood; Dak saw the flash of calculation in his eyes as to whether he should do a casual, vulnerable, stretch.  He didn't.  He sidled away, tail up and waving – something Dak couldn't do – but the cat kept his gaze on Dak until he was through the pet door and in the house.  We will let you stay.
    When Dak slid his gaze toward Gypsy, the cat was slinking in the shade to the back gate and out into the alley.
    Dak had won.
    Against small and puny predators.
    Still, it felt good.
    *~*~*
    Throughout the day, Brandy watched the dimensional gate locator on the dining room table.  The ruby was dark, or blinked off and on as the thing moved out of distance, or glowed a sluggish red.  Not stable enough, Dak said, for them to find and go through.
    Later that evening, after they'd all eaten, Brandy put up the pen in a corner of the living room.  Dak turned it upside down over the baby.  Even so, Favel seemed to find it comforting
    Brandy sat next to Dak, both of them sipping wine.  He liked it, and had no standard guy-ideas about Zinfandel.  She wondered how he'd like a beer.  But though he looked like a tough guy, with his build and his usually serious face, he'd been a regent, a stand-in for a king.  So he would be accustomed to the best of the best of his land.  Unlike her.
    As she tried to answer all his questions about her culture – with the help of her trusty tablet computer – attraction spun between them and she knew he'd want to have sex.
    Since she did, too, she'd already made the decision.  A good step, showing she was healed more than she'd thought.
    And she knew they would.
    Dak reached over and closed the cover of her tablet, sliding the computer’s switch off.  "It's later."
    "Yes," she agreed.  Heat flooded her.  Swallowing, she glanced away from him and at the inverted playpen where Favel snuffled in his sleep, hugging a stuffed doggie toy that Dak had produced from his appearing and disappearing pack.
    "He'll be fine."  Dak frowned.  "Probably will sleep through the night."  Dak reached out and stroked her hair, played a little with the ends, brushing her neck with his fingers, tantalizing, teasing.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Brandy's nerves quivered and sent delightful sensation down to her core where she grew hot and damp.  Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples peaking.  She angled herself toward Dak, slid her fingers into his hair. It was thick and long and coarser than she'd expected.  She prided herself that she fed her own cats properly enough that their fur was silky.
    Then his lips came down on her and she experienced the man – the heat of his mouth on hers, nibbling her lips, then brushing them with his tongue.  Moistness.
    She opened her mouth, let his tongue explore the recesses; his taste blew her mind away, so unique, so different.  She sucked on him to get every complex tang – echoes of the wine, but more, more of the man and of the man-cat than she'd ever imagined.  The sweet taste-smell of high grass in the summer, baking grains, a richness that spoke of another land.  Welcome, sexy heat.
    A small chirrup sounded and the man withdrew, leaving her wanting, breathless.  She blinked twice, heard the noise again.  Her eyes focused at the baby in the playpen, slurping a little on his fist in his sleep, punctuating with the occasional huff or short purr.
    "He is safe.  All is well."  Dak tilted his head.  "The magical wards I placed are strong and active."  His eyes turned to hers – black round iris showing only a rim of dark purple.  He wanted her, too.
    Her body clenched with need.  She swallowed.
    "We can take this time