For the past five days since her return to Portland, she had hidden away in it. The first two days she had cried. The third day, she had laid around like something the cat had dragged in and left under the mat. By the fourth day, the silence in her head had been about to drive her insane. “No more,” she growled in a low voice. “I won’t ever, ever let anyone close to me again. I’m better off alone. He got what he needed. He’s gone home, Addie girl. Anyway, he thought too much. There’s a reason humans can’t talk to each other telepathically—it’s called privacy! If I get involved with some alien mind-talking, never-stays-out-of-my head guy, he’ll know everything! Just think about the problems that would cause! First of all, I could never win an argument, because he would know what I was going to say. Second, I could never surprise him because he would know the minute I thought of a gift and what it was going to be. Third, I couldn’t just think dirty, nasty, hot and horny, how-good-his-ass-looked thoughts without him….
