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think the junk was ever going to fade away. Went to the hospital when that old bull threw me and they wanted to put me on oxygen.”
    She chuckled.
    “It wasn’t that funny at the time.” He blushed, then grinned. “I guess it is now, though.”
    She’d always liked Neil, in a sisterly sort of way. “Yeah, sure, I’ll test the waters with Carly, but all you have to do is a little sweet talkin’. That’s what a girl likes.”
    “Yeah, well, Carly isn’t like other girls. She’s special.”
    Neil dropped his arms from around her when the music ended, but before she could head for a place to sit, Kristor was standing in front of her.
    “I’ve been watching how you move with each other,” he said as Neil took off toward the food table. “The steps seem simple enough.” Kristor pulled her into his arms.
    There was something different about the way he held her from the way her last partners had held her. In his arms, she felt as though she danced on air. And if wind had a smell, it would be Kristor. The wind, the woods, the scent of a man.
    “Why don’t you go back to where you came from?” she asked, but her words came out on a sigh and didn’t hold a lot of conviction.
    “I have to protect you.”
    “From the rogue Symtarians? Wooo, I’m scared.”
    “You shouldn’t be. I won’t let harm come to you.”
    “I feel so much better now.” She looked deep into his fathomless green eyes, but couldn’t see even a little spark of insanity. Which meant zilch. “If you’re an alien, why do you look like people from Earth? And where’d you get the clothes you’re wearing?” Let him answer those questions.
    “My database will create anything I need.”
    “How convenient.”
    “And I look like everyone else because our species is similar to yours.”
    “Anyone could have told you I’ve talked to a voice in my head, so that doesn’t prove anything.”
    “I have a voice inside my head as well.”
    She missed a step, and he caught her closer to him. She rested her head against his chest, and let his warmth wrap around her. What the hell was she thinking? The guy was crazy. He had just admitted to hearing a voice.
    Oh, wait, she had, too.
    The song ended. She stepped away. Kristor looked as if he waited for her to do something.
    “I’m hungry.” She made a quick about-face and hurried to the table.
    It practically bowed in the middle with the amount of food that had been piled on top of it. Texans rarely went hungry. She wasn’t at the moment, but she needed to do something. Eating seemed like a good solution.
    She grabbed a paper plate and a hot dog, chips, and then started to reach for a beer, but changed her mind and grabbed a Coke instead. As she passed the dessert end, she grabbed a thick slice of chocolate cake with fudge icing.
    There were chairs and tables set up farther back in the yard. And if someone couldn’t find a table or a chair, there were blankets spread out on the ground. Nothing formal here, just a good-old-boy backyard party.
    With an alien or two.
    She was so losing it.
    There was a vacant table, so she grabbed it, only getting a little icing on her hotdog, which she was quite proud of since she was still feeling a buzz. A few seconds later, Kristor set his plate and drink down beside her.
    “Don’t you have anything better to do than stalk me?” she asked right before she licked the icing off her hotdog. Why did food always taste better when you were tipsy?
    “I’m not stalking you. I’m only here to offer my protection.”
    “And try to talk me into going back to your planet with you.”
    He shrugged. “That, too.”
    She ate a chip, then swallowed it down with a drink of her Coke. “You don’t think that sounds a little squirrely?”
    “Squirrely?”
    “You know, crazy.”
    “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”
    She leaned back in her chair and really looked at him. “Okay, prove to me you’re an alien. Where are your antennae?”
    “Do people still believe