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Which meant that, if you wanted to avoid unnecessary deaths, there was bound to be disparity.”
    She plunked her coffee cup on the table. “Thank God for you, then. If it weren’t for the power of your mighty wang , a lot of innocent men might have died, huh?”
    Some unidentifiable emotion darkened his eyes. He stood abruptly. “It’s getting late. We should go.”
    Only once he’d gone did it hit her how harsh she’d been. She laid her elbows on the table and lifted her glasses so she could rub her eyes. The truth was, everything he’d told her had made sense. If there were that many more succubi than incubi, and since they needed sex to feed, then doubling up—or tripling, or quadrupling—made the most practical sense. She’d let her stupid anger over the past color her emotions, and that was unfair to Cresso. While he certainly wasn’t boyfriend material, he seemed like a decent-enough man.
    And he’s helping you, letting you sleep in his house for God’s sake, when he’d very well be justified in throwing you out and leaving you to fend for yourself.
    She shouldn’t forget that.
    Cresso waited for her at the door, briefcase in hand. He wore a cool, detached expression, and she couldn’t blame him.
    They walked down to his car in tense silence. Only when they were on the road did she work up the courage to apologize. “Listen, what I said back there—”
    “Forget it.”
    “No.” She glanced at him. “That was totally unfair of me, and I have to be honest, a lot of it had nothing to do with you. I’ve… Someone’s burned me in the past, and I took it out on you, when you’ve only been kind and helpful to me. I’m sorry.”
    The tightness in his jaw eased. He took his left hand off the steering wheel and closed it over hers, squeezing briefly. “Apology accepted.”
    When he made no move to draw his hand away, she didn’t protest. Honestly, it felt nice, and she’d gone far too long without genuine contact.
    She snuck a peek in his direction. Maybe this stalker thing wasn’t all bad.
    …
     
    Everyone was a suspect. From Will to the maintenance man to every single scientist in this damned building. Cresso looked at them all differently today. Even Dr. Andrews, the man who headed the laboratory, broke out into a silly grin whenever he saw Genevieve. He’d bet his left nut the doctor had a thing for her.
    Or maybe he was projecting his feelings onto every other male here. Hell, he couldn’t even tell anymore.
    Instead of working, Cresso dropped Genevieve off at her lab with instructions to have him paged if she needed him, and then went down to the third floor to question Dr. Benedict. The man’s elderly appearance might fool some people into believing he was harmless, but Cresso knew better. He was a shifter. Fast. Strong. Potentially very dangerous.
    Dr. Benedict wasn’t in his office, and Cresso didn’t know enough about the man’s work habits to know whether that was normal or not. So he headed across the hall to Dr. Summers’s office and knocked on her door.
    “Come in.” She looked up as he entered, and the harried expression cleared off her face. She simpered at him, absently playing with the buttons on her lab coat. “Oh, Dr. Taylor. What a pleasant surprise.”
    He’d almost forgotten that Dr. Summers had a bit of a crush on him. She was certainly attractive enough. Though she appeared to be in her midforties and her hair was a mousy brown, it was sprinkled with pretty golden highlights that matched the threads of gold in her eyes, and her smile lit up the room. Before he’d invented the sex-demon vaccine, he’d indulged in a fantasy or two about her.
    But she was no Genevieve. He always came back to that.
    “Dr. Summers, do you know what time Dr. Benedict usually arrives?”
    “It varies. Sometimes he doesn’t come in until the afternoon, and then he’ll end up staying half the night.” She frowned. “An odd one, that man.”
    Yes, but how odd? Strange enough to