Fierce Obsessions
Page 85

 Suzanne Wright

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“Not even that I keep wearing your shirts?”
“No.”
“Not even that I have a raven inside me who keeps tormenting you?”
“No.”
“Not even that I borrow—”
“Steal.”
“—your stuff?”
“No.” She’d given his onyx ring back eventually. Besides . . . “What’s mine is yours.”
She melted into him, happy, mellow. But she had to ask, “Are you sure there are no bats in here? I really think I heard something.” An ominous squeaky sound.
He sighed. “Woman, there are no bats.”
“Woman?”
“Are you not a woman?”
“Are you not smart enough to sense the tone? And it was a valid question. It’s a cave. Bats inhabit caves. Do you want rabies?”
Honestly, Tao felt like banging his head on the wall. “Not all bats carry rabies.”
“Ninety-eight percent of rabies cases are caused by bats.”
“They are not.”
“They could be.”
He growled. “You’re a pain in my ass, Porter.”
“If you ever again want to be a pain in mine, you’ll get me out of this damn cave before the bats wake up.”
“Insane. Fucking insane.”