" The ten-year-old shifter wore long flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, his blond hair sticking up everywhere in the most adorable way. " No, I'm thirsty. I didn't mean to both you --" " You're not bothering us," Teresa interjected. Ryan didn't seem to want to let her go, but she didn't care. She needed distance from this male if she wanted to think straight. " I just stopped by to ..." Her brain chose that moment to malfunction. She couldn't even think of a decent lie." To kiss Ryan?" the boy asked, all innocence. "