Things had really gone haywire, Jason thought as he lay staring up into the darkness, when that damned book was the safest topic he could think of. Kendall was curled up at his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He felt the soft silken brush of her hair on his skin, and suppressed a shiver. He was fighting the lassitude of a body that felt utterly satiated, yet was still tingling, a combination of release and rapidly returning need he’d never experienced before. Yes, things were really haywire when that damn book was the safest thing to talk about. But there was no way in hell he was ready to talk about what he was sure was uppermost in Kendall’s mind. He was fighting hard enough to keep it from being the only thing in his own mind. Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for what had happened here tonight. It was a moment before she answered his question about the book. “He said there were different legends about it, but the basics were always the same.
