“She is quite capable of responding to physical contact,” Jared informed him, his tone suddenly sober again. “She’s human enough for that. Or her body is, anyway.” My face went hot. Ian was silent. “Jealous, O’Shea?” “Actually . . . I am. Surprisingly so.” Ian’s voice was strained. “How would you know that?” Now Jared hesitated. “It was . . . sort of an experiment.” “An experiment?” “It didn’t go the way I thought it would. Mel punched me.” I could hear that he was grinning at the memory, and I could see, in my head, the little lines fanning out around his eyes. “Melanie . . . punched . . .
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