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tongue, I’m in heaven. It’s so good.
    “Good?” Luka quirks a brow at me, still sipping on his coffee.
    Alarm ripples through me when he eyeballs my bacon. “Mmm…hmm.”
    “It smell good.” He leans closer and sniffs.
    “Didn’t you eat?” I pull my plate closer to me, earning me a chuckle.
    He shakes his head. “No, just coffee.”
    Old lessons war with my need to protect what is mine. Emma would beat me if she found out someone was hungry and I didn’t share, but at the same time…it’s my damn food.
    “Do you…want…a piece of bacon?” I force the words out.
    “Please.”
    I knew he was going to say that. Dammit. I use my clean knife to push one of my precious strips of bacon toward him. He devours it in seconds, licking his fingers clean. He looks at my bacon again. I pull my plate closer, and his eyebrows shoot up. Yes, I’m being greedy. Mine .
    “Easy, girl.” His voice doesn’t relax me at all. It just makes my hackles rise. Only when he flags down our waitress and orders his own breakfast do I relax.
    “What is the difference between Romani and Romanian?” I shovel a forkful of egg into my mouth.
    “Romanians is of European descent, born in Romania. Romani is Gypsy.” His eyes follow my fork from the plate to my mouth, licking his lips.
    “Gypsy?” I narrow my eyes when he stares at my plate of food. Uh-uh. His food is on the way.
    “Nomads.” He looks me directly in the eyes, and they aren’t mocking anymore. They look sleepy. “We travel the world, living nowhere and everywhere.”
    An idea occurs. I just watched a movie two days ago. “Like Drag Me To Hell Gypsies?”
    He laughs in the middle of taking another sip of coffee and snorts it through his nose. I throw a napkin at him. When he’s recovered, he says, “That movie is full of stereo pickings.”
    “You mean stereotypes?” I ask mildly.
    He shrugs. “Stereo-whatever. Is no true. We do not go around putting the hex on the people.”
    “That’s good to know.” His fingers inch toward my plate. If he so much as thinks about stealing a piece of bacon, I will stab him with my fork.
    “We do curse people.” His hand flirts with the idea of stealing my food. “Just not for…” He frowns, searching for the words. “Because to be cursed, you must do very bad or evil things.”
    “You believe in curses, do you?” I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. The man really believes in that nonsense?
    “ Munya , there is much you do no understand about the world.” His eyes grow darker, colder, and I shiver. “Much you do no realize about yourself yet.”
    Now what does that mean?
    Beth Anne slides his food in front of him and my muscles relax. Now he’ll leave mine alone.
    “So why did you transfer here?”
    “Why not?”
    “That’s not an answer.” I shift in my seat, taking a long drink of my orange juice.
    “Why you go to school here?”
    My eyes narrow. Why is he so evasive? “I was born here.”
    “But is that why you are here?” His eyes dare me to lie to him.
    “I asked first.”
    He gives me a predatory grin. “Come, tell me, munya .”
    “When you tell me why, out of all the schools you could have picked from, you came to West Virginia, then I’ll tell you why I did.” Something tells me the answer to this question is very important. My survival instincts are screaming at me, but I ignore them.
    “Bargain sealed.”
    “You mean, deal.” He frowns at me and I explain, “When we agree to something here in the States, we say it’s a deal, or simply deal.”
    “Americans like to complicate things, yes?”
    “Yup.”
    That earns me an honest-to-God grin, and I nearly lose my breath. His face relaxes and becomes even more beautiful, if that’s possible.
    “Back to this Gypsy thing…”
    “Is no a thing.” The look in his eyes makes me shrink back. They are so angry. “We are a people, same as you.”
    “Yes, of course,” I murmur. “I meant no offense.” It seems to be a