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taste buds. Hell yeah . He looked down at his cup. “This is great.”
    She grinned and sipped her own cup. “Liquid gold during midterms, finals, and dissertations. And yes, Nic loves this. She and Brooke live in Chicago.”
    “Are they married? Giving you nieces and nephews?”
    She snickered. “No kids. They have—” Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to search for the right word. “Boyfriends. Serious ones. Nicole has a ring.”
    He’d seen the chunk of ice on Nicole’s finger. “Do I detect a trace of disapproval?”
    “No, no. It’s just that—it happened really fast. They’ve only known these guys a few months.”
    “They say when you meet the right person, you know.”
    “Yeah, they do say that.” Green eyes locked with his across the tiny table. The spacious room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with awareness as the weight of her stare sliced through him. Solsti . She looked like any cute college girl, but her mind held the power to burn a city. He needed to tread carefully.
    “Are you married?” she asked, breaking the spell.
    Mathias coughed on the gulp of coffee he’d just swallowed. “What?” He thumped his chest.
    “Are you?”
    “No.”
    “Do you have any kids?”
    “No.” He cleared his throat. “You?”
    “No to both.” She nibbled her bottom lip, so damn sexy he nearly coughed again. “I just thought it would be good to know.”
    “I agree,” he said. “Nothing like getting straight to the point. Anything else?”
    “What’s your last name?”
    He gave his standard answer. “Hunter.”
    She tilted her head. “You said you were checking out the local coffee. Are you visiting the area?”
    Shit. No going back. “Yeah. I have an interview with campus security.” The university was huge. He hoped she didn’t know anyone in that department. “I’m here a few days early. Thought I’d check out the party last night, since it was hosted by a student organization.”
    “And I monopolized you,” she murmured.
    He winked at her. “Hardly an inconvenience.”
    Her phone chimed. She ignored it.
    So polite . “Go ahead.” He nodded to her phone.  
    She picked it up and grinned. “It’s from Nicole. She and Brooke are Christmas shopping on Michigan Avenue. She sent a picture of the ubiquitous fur protest outside Neiman Marcus. Here.” She turned the phone around. He leaned forward and shook his head at the crowd of people, some waving signs and some dressed like animals.
    “Interesting, as long as people aren’t tossing paint.”
    “Usually not.” She wrinkled her nose. “My sisters go every year, fight the crowds and see the same fur protest. They can keep their routine. I’m not much of a shopper.” Gin turned her phone back to face her and scrolled, then turned it to him again. “Here’s a recent picture of them.”
    Mathias nodded at their familiar faces. Damn, he was balancing on a dagger’s edge. “They both got creative with their hair.”
    Gin rolled her eyes. “That’s a very diplomatic way to say it. Their hair is crazy. It’s for their boyfriends. The stripe of black in Nic’s hair matches Gunnar’s, and the stripe of blond in Brooke’s hair matches Kai’s.” She shook her head. “And the worst part is, the guys did the same thing . They each have a stripe to match their girl. It’s so weird.”
    Had Nicole and Brooke explained the mate lock to Gin? Surely they had. When supernatural creatures mated, each one acquired a lock of hair in the color and texture of the other one.
    “It looks trendy, I guess. Not that I know much about hair,” he said.
    “Yeah, trendy .” Another eye roll. Gin looked like she thought it was ridiculous. “I’m going to the washroom. Be right back.”
    Her ass was sweet and tight in those ripped-up jeans as she walked away from him. He pinched the bridge of his nose. What the hell was he doing? He blew out a breath and picked up the pink iPod she’d left on the table.
    He grinned as he scrolled through her