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right?’
    ‘Uh-huh.’
    ‘So isn’t it logical, then, to follow that biological
imperative?’
    Cassie liked logic—a lot. And she couldn’t fault Gina’s. She’d
just never imagined that she’d be at the mercy of
biology.
    ‘Look upon it as an experiment to prove the theory,’ Gina
continued. ‘You scientists are big on that, right? You have a problem. Tuck
could be the solution. But there’s only one way to find out for sure,
right?’
    ‘So like a…a sexual experiment?’
    ‘Yes,’ Gina said enthusiastically. ‘Exactly.’
    ‘I guess I could submit to a one-off experiment,’ Cassie mused,
chewing her lip, her heart pounding at the thought. ‘To test the theory.’
    ‘Er…it might take more than a one-off, Cass.’
    Cassie considered that for a moment. ‘I don’t think so. I don’t
think I’m wired for more than one-offs…and it’s about biology after all, right?
So, theoretically, the act of copulation should be enough to satisfy.’
    ‘I think you’re going to get more than copulation from Tuck. Just saying…’
    Cassie nodded, ignoring the warning as her brain moved on to
logistics. ‘So, what…? I should just go up and say How
about it? ’
    Gina laughed. ‘Just knock on his door and tell him you want
him. Trust me, he’ll take it from there.’

    Tuck glanced at the clock when a knock sounded on his
door. It was almost eleven. He was sprawled on his king-size bed, in his hotel
robe, watching a game with the lights and the sound turned low.
    And he knew it was her.
    He drained the last of his beer before sauntering towards the
door, a grin on his face. He turned the handle and pulled it partially open, his
hand sliding up the frame to rest somewhere above his head.
    Cassie stood there looking up at him. ‘Can I come in?’
    Tuck felt her quiet request grab hold of his gut and squeeze.
No sexy posturing. No batting of her eyelids. ‘What do you want,
Cassiopeia?’
    Cassie swallowed, not even sure if she could get the word out
around her parched throat. ‘You,’ she croaked.
    Tuck’s breath stuttered to a halt for a moment and his grip on
the door tightened. She was grim-faced and serious, and sporting scraped-back
hair and terrible clothes, yet his body surged to attention. He’d promised he
wouldn’t go near her, but he hadn’t made any promises in regards to her coming
to him.
    He pulled the door open further and fell back, gesturing her
inside.

FOUR
    Cassie shut her eyes as she brushed past him, her nostrils flaring
at his scent, her dry mouth suddenly inundated with saliva. She walked to the
centre of the room, her heart rate ratcheting off the charts. She turned to face
him. He was lounging against the door, and in the dim light he looked all broad
and brooding and watchful.
    Now what?
    She’d kind of hoped he’d take over from here. Gina had assured
her he would. But clearly he wasn’t going to make it easy.
    ‘Are you going to stand over there?’ she asked.
    Her voice sounded weird in the air-conditioned bubble of the
silent hotel room. High and breathy. She swallowed again.
    ‘For the moment,’ Tuck said, crossing his arms.
    Cassie wished he wouldn’t. She wanted him to come closer. To
bring his height and his breadth and his perfectly symmetrical features and his
incredibly male smell right over, close to her. And take the lead.
    Computing the wind speed across auroras on giant gas planets,
she could do—asking a man to have sex with her, not so much.
    She opened her mouth, took a tentative step towards him, then
stopped. Shut her mouth. This should be easy. A cinch. She had a giant brain and
an excellent vocabulary. But once again she felt as if she was wearing the
dunce’s cap.
    Tuck took pity on her. He’d never known a woman to be alone in
a room with him and not know what to do. Especially
when he was in nothing but a robe and his underwear. It was strangely
erotic.
    ‘So, does “you” mean what I think
it means?’ he asked.
    Cassie’s brain came