“The bathroom door swings open and Nate walks out. He’s toweling his damp hair and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Crap. I should have left this for a more appropriately clothed time of day.”

“It’s hard to say no to Nate, even when he’s wearing a shirt. I should have made him cover his face too.”

“Whoa, this isn’t the Training Center, you know,” I tell him. “There’s a certain level of clothing etiquette in this house, and you’re currently violating it.”He reaches for his jacket. “I believe you’re the one who tore my clothes off in the first place, and now you’re complaining?” “Trust me, there was no tearing involved. You’ll have to get that fantasy fulfilled somewhere else.”

“Seelie Court,” murmurs Nate. “Sounds familiar. Was it in a computer game?”“Do I look like someone who plays computer games?”A grin stretches across Nate’s face. “You look like someone who could be in a computer game.”

“I refuse to let you talk me into a make-out session in a dodgy, underground tunnel. I have standards, you know.”

“I would have thought you’d pay more attention to your closest competition.”“I would—if you were competition worth paying attention to.”

“Creepy Hollow?” He snorts. “Like Sleepy Hollow?”“No, like Creepy Hollow. It has nothing to do with sleeping.”