The playfulness vanished from his eyes. Leaning back a little, he pressed his palms against the rock to hold himself up. And sitting there, his muscles in his arms flexed, his eyes al serious, he looked good. Real y good.

"But you are so much more interesting," he said, his voice low as if he could read her emotions and knew the reaction she was having to his presence.

"You promised. Besides, I told you everything."

His tilted his head forward and looked up at her through his dark lashes. "You haven't told me everything." His voice held the slightest hint of an accusing tone. "As a matter of fact, there's the thing I'm the most curious about."

"What thing? What else is there?" she asked, and tried not to get caught up in enjoying the view again.

"What's up between you and-"

"I'm not talking about Trey and me. That's ... too personal."

"Okay, but I wasn't going to say Trey. I meant what's going on between you and the werewolf?"

Chapter Eighteen

Kylie pushed her hair behind her ear. Deny it. Deny that anything is up.

"What ... werewolf?" she asked, but darn if her voice didn't lack conviction.

Derek's eyes stared right at her. His gaze reminded her of Del a's when she knew Kylie had lied.

"Don't deny it," he said. "Your emotions were al over the place every time you glanced at him. Kind of like when you look at me, only ... more. You either real y like him, or ... he scares you."

"I thought you could read emotions?"

He sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Passion and fear read almost the same."

"Wel , trust me, it's definitely the latter," she answered, but after last night's dream she knew the truth could have been summed up better with one word. Both. But she hadn't admitted that to herself yet. She sure as heck didn't plan on admitting it to Derek.

"So where do you know him from?" he asked.

"Who says-"

Derek held up his hand to stop her. "It's not normal to be that scared of people we don't know."

She glanced down at her clutched hands. "He lived beside me when I was young. Let's just say I knew something was off with him then. I just didn't know what it was ... the whole werewolf thing."

"Did he-"

"No more." It was her turn to offer him the determined stare. "I've given you al I'm going to. It's your turn."

He looked at the stream and she sensed he disliked talking about himself as much as she did. "What do you want to know?" he asked.

"Only everything," she said with a certain amount of teasing in her voice, hoping to put him at ease.

"My father was Fae. My mother's human."

"Was?" she asked. "You said your father was Fae. Did he pass away?"

He picked another twig from the bush and twirled it around with his fingers. "Don't know. Don't care. He left when I was eight. A real deadbeat dad, if you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry." Kylie sensed he cared a lot more than he wanted her to believe.

"Did you know he was Fae?" She brushed an ant from her arm.

"Yeah, I don't remember ever not knowing. But after he left, we didn't real y talk about it or him a lot. Mom was crushed that he walked out."

His mom hadn't been the only one crushed. Kylie saw sadness in his eyes that he tried to hide. Her own chest felt heavy-heavy for him, and perhaps a little for herself. Her own father issues hadn't disappeared. They waited in line with everything else she had to fret over and sort out. Then she remembered that this was Derek's time. He'd listened to her and she owed him the same.

"Sorry," she said.

"Why? I'm not. If he didn't want me, I sure as hel didn't want him."

He couldn't lie any better than she could, Kylie thought. "Did you know you were gifted al your life?"

He stared at the piece of stem with a few leaves stil attached to it that he had in his hand. "No. I mean, I knew I could read people better than most, but I wasn't even sure it was ... because of being Fae. It wasn't until about a year ago that tapping into people's emotions got stronger. And then ... I final y realized I was different."

"How are you different?" She felt her eyes moving to his chest, remembering how good it had felt to rest against him. The craziest thought hit. What would it feel like to kiss him?

He tilted his head to the right and studied her. "How much do I look like your old boyfriend?"

Were her emotions so readable, she wondered, feeling her face flush. "Not that much, but ... enough that..."

"That you're attracted to me?"

Feeling her face heat to a nice shade of red, she looked back at the stream. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Why not?" His breath was on her cheek again. Warm. Soft. Tempting. When had he gotten this close? Uncomfortable with how near his mouth was to hers, and how tempted she was to let it get even closer, she jumped down from the rock.

"Stop!" he said.

"What?" She turned around to look at him. "I think we-"

"Don't move," he said in low, very serious voice.

"Why? I-"

Something rustled in the bushes beside her. Kylie looked down and saw a huge snake slinking out from the thick underbrush. A huge grayish black snake with a pointed nose, the kind of nose her father made her aware of so she would know the difference between a nonpoisonous and a poisonous snake when she went on their camping trips.