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Lenart looks at me. “Owners’ business. You’ll hear it, Ms. Iverson. I give you my word. But not before you understand what you’ve inherited. One impossible thing at a time.”

It’s not the answer I want, but it’s not a brush-off either, and he holds my eyes while he says it.

“Fine.” I sit back down and open my legal pad on my knee. “Then let’s do the inheritance. I didn’t drive eight hundred miles to watch four guys have a staring contest.”

Merek laughs. Tav’s ears come forward. William’s mouth moves at one corner, so slightly I almost miss it.

Then I glance at the clock on Lenart’s desk. Ten fifty-two.

“Hang on,” I say, standing up again. “I need to run out to my car for a minute.”

Lenart frowns slightly. “For what?”

“My purse.”

He looks at the purse sitting beside the couch, where I put it down when I walked in.

“You have your purse.”

“My other purse.”

“You have two?”

“Is there a limit?”

Merek laughs again, louder this time.

Lenart considers me. “Apparently not.”

I grab my keys.

I’m out the door before anyone can offer to walk me. Behind me, just before it swings shut, I hear Lenart say, in a voice of pure bafflement, “She confuses me.”

Billy Bob is right where I left him, flat on his back on the blanket with all four feet in the air. He rolls over when I open the door and gives me a look of deep betrayal.

“I know,” I tell him. “I was gone forever.”

I walk Billy Bob around the lot again, top off his water, and sit on the edge of the back seat with the door open while he drinks. The air smells like rain. My hand still aches.

A vampire. A demon. A minotaur. A gargoyle. Actual freaking monsters.

And every last one of them is ridiculously hot.

I haven't stopped thinking about them since I walked into that office. Lenart's mouth, especially when those fangs came out. Merek's enormous hands and the way he looked at me like he was imagining exactly what he could do with them. Tav lifting me clean off the floor and putting his nose in my hair. And William, who barely said a word but somehow made me want to hear everything he wasn't saying.

Jesus Christ. I’m horny. And kissing any one of them would barely get me started. I want all four of these men, and I’m sitting in a parking lot still thinking about it.Which is a problem, because I've never been particularly interested in sex. I've had opportunities. I've kissed guys, gone on dates, even tried convincing myself I liked a couple of them enough to take things further. But the urge was never really there. After a while, I stopped bothering. I figured maybe sex just wasn't that big a deal to me.

Apparently, I was wrong.

Or maybe I was looking at the wrong species.

Holy shit. Is that actually possible? Have I spent my entire adult life wondering what everyone else finds so exciting about men because I'm attracted to monsters?

I look at Billy Bob. He's finished his water and is licking the empty bowl, just in case he missed some.

“I think I might have a type, buddy.”

He burps.