"Typical," I muttered, still lost in my thoughts. "What is?" Warren asked without stopping. "That the only guy interested in me wants to eat me, or something." He suddenly stopped and turned so fast I ran right into his chest. Before I could move back, he wrapped his powerful arms around me. A drugging warmth surrounded me as I breathed him in. I looked up into his rich green eyes, darkened by shadow, yet startlingly tender. "He's not the only one." His voice was low and so sounded a little deeper, a little roughened with emotion, music to my ears. "Warren," I whispered, my breath catching. He lowered his face to mine...