Her shoulders felt warm and tingly where he was touching her. Her earlier feelings were waking up, and she really didn't want Shane to still be here when they did. Actually, she DID want him to be there, and that was part of the problem. She wanted him to throw her down on the bed and do unspeakable things to her.

"I . . . Henry said that there were tapes," she muttered. "Of the bleeding house. Do you still have them?"

He stepped back. "Why?"

"I want . . . I need to see," she said. Seeing was believing for her. "You want me to fight these people and...