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Sherry. It had been a long while since he’d had a woman to contemplate. Holy smoke, in truth it had been never. This would require much contemplation.
    Sherry tugged her hand free. “You look like you’re under pressure. It’s only sex, if that’s your worry. Take up a hobby.”
    “I was thinking. Not about the abstinence of sex… but a real date. It’s been a long while for me.” He cleared his throat, trying to unstick the bolder lodged there. “Do you date much?”
    For a moment, they simply regarded each other. God, if only he had some telepathic skills. Eons might pass, and he’d never know what this woman had going on behind those amber eyes. Longer when she stared unblinking and bit her lip.
    Shrugging, she drew her brows together. “Not much, I’ve been busy with Shawn’s absence. And now with another new restaurant, I doubt I’ll have much time for anything.”
    “You work way too hard. We’re lucky to have you.” Again he studied her face, her expressions, and of course her incredible hot body that had him thinking about tearing off clothes. Hers specifically.
    And then doing things… the kind that stole a man’s senses.
    A growl erupted from his mouth and had him on verge of begging. As if on cue, Sherry turned away from him and canted over his desk, her skirt stretching across her perfectly sculpted rear end.
    She shuffled a stack on his desk, then straightened. “By the way. This Friday is the 23 rd ,” she said, shoving a file into his hand before she brushed back her hair out of her eyes.
    “Yes. So, what’s the big deal?”
    Sherry seductively curled strands of her hair behind her ear while her lips showed the glimmer of smile. “It’s Pete Karpunia’s bachelor party. You’re hosting, sweetheart. All weekend long. You’re holding the file.”
    These parties were getting on his nerves. The fun had long since departed, and the ability to relieve his nightmares seemed to be dissolving. If nighttime rolled around and he were alone, he preferred to stay awake. He kept an apartment in town and had a house—several houses—outside the city. Drinking alone was a situation he didn’t want to find himself in. It had been easier to party hard, than drown inside a bottle on a solo mission. Except now, the party part was hard to stomach. The Den couldn’t afford him indifferently discarding guests as he had done last night.
    It had always been about drinking and partying to the point his mind blanked which did not make remembering easy. And that was the point until this morning. Until Sherry stepped out of the shadows and into the daylight, right in front of him in skintight clothing that begged to be ripped from her body.
    Gritting his teeth, he set the file on his desk and played it cool. “Another one. No biggie. What do you think I can’t do without? You don’t know me.”
    She picked up a pen from the credenza. “Or you don’t know you. I get the impression you don’t fully recollect your evenings like normal people. Do you? Normally?”
    Without meaning to, his eyes widened. Damn her. Sherry proved again her skill at hitting the nail on the head. Handling his nightly adventures he did by way getting too lost to think straight. Definitely, this mindreading they had going on was more than coincidental.
    “ Normally? Can’t say I’m overly impressed by anything in the normal range. In my book, it’s not a virtue.” He leaned toward Sherry, observing her right down to the flutter of her thick eyelashes.
    “Your book? One can only imagine the contents.”
    There was just no tiny piece of normal lurking anywhere near him. Not a bloody shade. And so it seemed she lay outside that category as well.
    “It’s not what you think. And you aren’t either exactly normal yourself. So don’t throw stones, love.” He took in her slight gasp and the flare of her nostrils. The wolf pacing the cage of his mind stopped, sniffed. She was hiding something and that detail that had him