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aunt’s house. He could paddle her ass for that because Kitty full grown left
him with a leaking dick.
    “I can smell her on you,” she growled without an ounce of
shame at her nudity.
    Monk wanted to look her in the face, to find out what was
going on, but her breasts had him hypnotized. They swayed with her every
breath, the dusky-brown nipples tight from the slightly cool air. His gaze
wandered farther south, taking in her indented waist, full hips and the smooth,
bare mound of her sex. He licked his lips, the throbbing in his cock magnified
by the sight of her nude body.
    Fingers snapping in front of his face brought Monk’s gaze
back up to stare into a pair of pissed-off dark eyes. “You’re not even
listening to me,” Kitty accused, putting her fisted hands on her hips. “You’re
something else, Monk Badeaux. You have sex with me and three days later, you’re
taking Callie Hebert out to lunch?” Before he could defend himself, she threw
up her hands. “I don’t know why I expect better of you. God knows you did the
same fucking thing when we were in high school. I…”
    But he wasn’t paying attention, again. But this time it was
because the movement of her hands drew his attention to her shoulder.
Specifically the spot where he’d placed his mating mark. It would have healed
over years ago, not even leaving a scar. No one would have known about his
marking her, except she’d had the words “Never Again” tattooed in the exact
spot his teeth had struck. The letters were thick and heavy, surrounded by a
band of barbed wire.
    He reached out to touch it, ignoring the way she went still
and stopped talking. The marking was smooth, all silky skin, but he still felt
something when he touched it. Painful guilt. Kitty had talked about how scary
she found tattoos when all of their classmates were getting them. She didn’t
like needles and she didn’t like the thought of being permanently marked by
something she might hate later. And yet she’d braved the needle to thumb her
nose at him and at the whole concept of mating. It was a permanent reminder of
what he’d done to her.
    Dragging his gaze away from the marking, Monk met her eyes.
“It’s good work.”
    “I know. A friend of mine did it.”
    He nodded, letting his hand fall from her shoulder, his
fingertips skidding down her arm in a last caress. For the first time since she
shifted to her human form, Monk found it easy to look her right in the face.
“You’ll never be able to forgive me, will you?”
    Kitty looked away from him, her throat rippling as she
swallowed hard. “I don’t know.” She glanced back at him. “I probably would have
gone the rest of my life without coming back here and been happy, you know? I
didn’t come here to rehash the past or anything, Monk. I wanted it left where
it was, but seeing you again,” she shrugged, “it brought a lot of memories back.”
    Monk stuffed his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Yeah,
I’m sorry about that too.”
    To his surprise she snorted. “Don’t give yourself that much
credit, cat. Not all of my memories are about you.” She rolled her eyes. “I
think being home has shown me that if it hadn’t been for you,” she swallowed
hard again, “breaking it off with me like that, I would have stayed here. I
would have been happy, I know, but I wouldn’t be designing, which I love. So
maybe it wasn’t all for nothing. I don’t know if I can forgive you. What you
did was awful, but,” she shrugged, “maybe I can learn to get over it.”
    “Just give me a chance, Kitty, that’s all I ask.”
    Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, the unconscious move
making lust zing through Monk again. “Okay,” she said after a few, tense
seconds. “But I swear to God, if you go near Callie, I won’t be held
responsible for what I do.”
    This time it was Monk’s turn to frown. “Callie? She sat down
with me, but that’s all.”
    Color bloomed in her cheeks and her dark eyes darted