"What?" Had he known how she was watching him? Hungering for him?
"The hormone therapy." He lifted his hand, still gripping the remote, and waved it toward her. "Is it working?"
The need to taste him was killing her.
"It's working fine." She nodded before ducking her head and pulling her gaze from him. She lowered her head and concentrated on buffing her nails.
"Hmm." The low, dark murmur had her eyes lifting as they narrowed on him.
"What does that mean?"
She expected another of those wicked smiles, or at least a heated look. He was watching her with a slight frown instead, his expression much too serious.
"You're a strong woman," he finally said softly. "Megan said the heat is impossible to ignore, even with the hormones."
"What do you want me to say, Lance?" She swallowed tightly. "This isn't a comfortable situation for me."
"Why? You were comfortable enough that night in the bar to come home with me. What's changed, Harmony?"
"A one-night stand…"
"Have a lot of those, do you?" he asked mildly.
"No." She shook her head, confusion tearing through her. Where the hell was her selfcontrol, her ability to smack a man in place with no more than a look?
She stared back at him, his scent wrapping around her, affecting her senses in a way that threw her system into chaos. Nervous awareness sizzled along her nerve endings as her breathing began to roughen and the arousal began to grow.
"So why should it be different now?" he asked her.
"You weren't a weakness then," she snapped, jumping to her feet as she wrapped her arms over her br**sts and paced to the doorway. "You're a weakness now." He didn't move; he just lay there.
"Running away, Harmony?" he asked as though she intended to do just that.
"This conversation is pointless."
"You can't run away from yourself forever. Aren't you tired of running by now?" Harmony turned back to him, knowing she wasn't hiding the effect his accusation had on her.
"Hiding is the only way to survive," she whispered. "Do you believe Jonas was the only person searching for me the last ten years, Lance? Or the only one to get close?
Eventually, my enemies will find me. When they do, they'll strike where I'm weak."
"Chemistry doesn't bind you to another person, Harmony. Emotion binds." She stared back at him in shock. Emotion?
"I have no emotions," she snapped. "Unless you count vengeance."
"Then you have no weakness." He shrugged. "Your enemies can't use what you care nothing about."
She stared back at him, pressing her lips together as she clenched her teeth on the furious words threatening to fall from her lips.
"A one-night stand does not a lover make, darling." His smile was faintly sardonic.
"So I should just become your little bedmate and forget the danger in it?" she snapped. His brow arched slowly. "I wasn't asking you for sex, Harmony. I was trying to get to know you. I was pointing out how stubborn and willful you are. Not trying to find out how easy you would fall into my bed."
"I've had to be stubborn. Strong," she bit out. "I would have died that first year I escaped if I hadn't been."
The year Dane Vanderale had found her, broken, all but dead. He had saved her, just as he had saved her many times since.
"Yeah, there were a few notes in your file concerning that first year." He nodded as though the information were general knowledge. "The Coyotes sent after you reported you were wounded, severely. They would have caught you if they hadn't been diverted by an unknown team of men."