Change of Heart

Heart
    by Mary Calmes
    postcard, and as we came to a stop, there was only the still night air and yawning silence. I didn't want to talk, afraid that I would splinter the world with just the sound of my voice. It was a perfect moment.
    The right window was lowered, but there was no way for me to be cold, not with Logan giving me his heat, his big, hard body like a furnace.
    "As far as you can see, it's all mine. Not my family's, mine.
    They all live down in Reno except for Koren and Delphine, but me, I live up here on the land we hunt on. I have the glassworks, and attached to it is a showroom where I—"
    "Show off your art?" I asked, turning in his lap to look at his face.
    "No," he chuckled. "I'm not an artist, love; we make glassware. We used to just do bar glasses and drinking glasses, beer mugs, all that kinda stuff, but now we're starting to make fancy stemware like champagne flutes and goblets and—"
    "Jewelry?"
    "What?"
    "Beads?"
    "I'm sorry?" he chuckled, his hand back in my hair, twirling it around his fingers.
    "Do you make glass beads for earrings and necklaces or glass rings, like they make in Italy? Do you do any of that?"
    "I... no." He was staring blankly at my face.
    "Is something wrong?"
    "No, but what you just said was brilliant."
    "What'd I say?"
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    "Making jewelry is a really great idea."
    "Sure. Women will dig it, and they've gotta be your core demographic, right?"
    He squinted at me. "Lemme guess—college degree in marketing?"
    I grinned at him. "Yeah. What you need is a web site."
    He nodded. "I'll let you take care of that for me."
    I just smiled at him.
    "So tell me everything about you, starting now."
    I shook my head. "No. I refuse to have our first real conversation while I'm sitting in your lap. If you want me to get dressed, have coffee in your kitchen, be all serious, I say okay. But I'm not baring my soul in the back of your car."
    "Okay," he said, his hands sliding over my shoulder blades, down the length of my spine to the curve of my lower back.
    "You feel so good."
    "So do you," I said, my hands flat on his smooth, sculpted chest, my fingers moving over the warm, golden skin, down the flat, cut stomach, and lower, to his unbuckled belt.
    "Tell me something," he said, and when my eyes flicked to his, I realized that they were heavy-lidded, narrowed in half.
    "Did it hurt—before... did I hurt you?"
    "No," I assured him, my hand over his heart. "I swear."
    He nodded, reaching out to brush the hair out of my eyes.
    "I am so crazy about your face."
    "Well, I'm kinda fond of yours, myself."
    There was a deep sigh before I saw a shadow cross his beautiful, chiseled features. "Tell me about the guy who attacked you."
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    I pulled back, staring down into his eyes. "It was Crane's situation, not mine. I got involved because the guy came for him and found me instead."
    "He wasn't a cat, was he?"
    "No."
    "Then why was there blood?"
    "He surprised me while I was asleep. As soon as I was actually awake, I got him off me." He nodded. "But I'm okay; you can see I am."
    He grabbed me suddenly, wrapping me in his arms, holding me tight, a hand buried in my hair, the other across my back, hugging me to him. I felt the shudder run through his huge, muscular frame.
    "Everything's fine," I said into the side of his throat, kissing the warm skin. "And besides... I have you to protect me, now."
    "Yes, you do," he promised me.
    I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
    "You have a soft heart," he said as he kissed me deep and slow, and it was as sensual and hot as it had been rough and demanding earlier. I had to be so careful, or I could fall so very hard.
    "I have a question for you," I said as I eased back, my eyes on his.
    "Ask me anything."
    "If I'm the first guy you've ever been with, how did you know what to do?"
    His hand went to my cheek, caressing it. "I did what I would want done to me."
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    "With your mouth," I clarified.
    The smile was evil. "Yes."
    "And the rest?"
    "I wanted to be inside you, so I was."
    "Well, I've never known a straight man that gave a better blowjob."
    He chuckled. "Well, I'm not straight anymore."
    "No, I guess not," I sighed, my body getting heavy, my eyes barely able to stay open.
    "There's no 'guess'," he said, tucking me against his chest and stroking my hair. "My mate is a man, and therefore I can be no other than gay."
    He was amazing, plain and simple.
    "I