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Her bleat of laughter blasted right through what was left of the anticipatory excitement. He heard a scornful note in it and sensed something malicious about her request. Tambourine continued blinking at her, befuddled by her demands, and remained owlish even when she approached and pressed close. Suddenly he thought of sweet and innocent Wraen, who was so unlike these two. A horrible sense of guilt and regret consumed him, effectively killing his boner the mood.

"I did," he mumbled. "I changed my mind." He sucked in a loud breath and held it so he wouldn't be further tempted by her scent. Although he was aware he was being rude, Tambourine turned and ran in a generally southern direction without another word.