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head. What was she thinking? He was driving her insane.
    “I think I’ll go unpack while you finish up,” she said, giving him a quick, empty smile. She needed to get away from him for a little while. Maybe she’d trek around the property some, see if there had been any attempts to get into Grant’s house. Sure, he was a security expert, but she was better.
    “Isola,” he called before she made it to the bedroom. Turning, she saw him leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t plan on having a harem.” He gave her a slow, sexy smile that made her nipples harden. “You’re more than enough woman for me, babe.”

Chapter Ten

    Grant kept his smile in place as Isola stumbled into the guest room. Once the door closed, his smile fell and he closed his eyes, willing his hard-on to go away. Fuck, had she really asked him how minotaurs mate and bond?
    His cock leapt beneath his zipper. Yup, she had. He’d almost charged her then, had seen the fear of his reaction in her eyes, which had been the only thing stopping him. There was one very small, very important detail he’d left out, but it was his ace in the hole and if she knew about it, she’d run for the hills.
    He was almost positive she held the other half of his ring. Otherwise he wouldn’t feel this intense connection to her. Mentally rubbing his hands, he smiled.
    Someone knocked on the door, dragging him away from thoughts of what he wanted to do to Isola and how often.
    Ricky stood on his porch looking as frisky as a colt. Damned bear. Grant felt as though he’d gone a few hundred rounds with a badger.
    “I see our little missy hasn’t been making things easy on you.”
    Grant smiled without humor. “If you only knew,” he sighed, flopping into his easy chair. “She’s like a boulder going downhill: I don’t which direction she’s going in until she hits me.”
    Ricky chuckled. “I wanted to drop your truck off,” he said tossing the keys at Grant’s head. “The Bailey twins were about to take it for a spin when I came across them.” He turned to go. “Oh, and you might want to brace yourself, ’cause Aunt Bella called your sisters and the rest of the old harem to let them know about Isola. Oh, and she told your dad, too.” He laughed loudly. “Talk to you later, cuz.”
    Grant stared at his empty doorway, feeling panic creeping in. This wasn’t good. Oh, shit, this was worse than not good. This was a fucking disaster.
    His eyes shot to the guest room. If Isola responded to the rest of his family the way she had his mother, there would probably be a slaughter. He shuddered. He needed to keep her away from them until he could convince her he wasn’t as crazy as they were.
    He forcibly calmed his racing heart. They wouldn’t come over this very instant. No, they’d wait and make him think everything was fine. Then when he least expected it, they’d spring on him like four-legged ninjas. Grant scraped his hand through his hair. He’d have to up the timetable on seducing Isola.
    Gods, when he’d told her about minotaur mating, he’d seen the heat in her eyes. She might not want to be his mate, but her body wanted him almost as much as he wanted hers. It was his job to make her lust burn like a living flame. His mouth crooked up in a sly smile. He could do it. He’d been building his repertoire of skills for over a hundred years. He’d find whatever her weakness was and exploit it shamelessly.
    Stacking his hands behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling. His nostrils quivered. The scent of roses came from the direction of the window directly across from the recliner. His smile widened with wicked intent. He would make her regret telling that lie about taking a vow of chastity.

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    Izzy saw the damned bull smiling at the ceiling. She’d slipped out of the guest room and snuck outside. She could have been halfway to Eustis by now, but she’d wanted to catch the bull in an unguarded moment.
    He was