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At least she asked. “Fire away,” I told her and laid back, putting my legs into thestirrups.

The exam was quick, and impersonal as my yearly gynecological exam. Dr. Hart removed her gloves, pitched them into a stainless steelwastebasket.

“Healthy, strong, good reproductive system, and definitely a virgin. Days away from ovulating, still, I’d like to take preventative measures. Are you on birthcontrol?”

When I said no, she prepared a syringe. “Emergency bc. You okay withthis?”

Inodded.

She injected me in the arm. “Some of those shifters, especially the alpha werewolves, have super sperm. They can swim about in your womb for days until finding an egg. I doubt having a baby is on youragenda.”

“Not exactly what I had planned for the weekend,” I saiddryly.

As she laughed, I frowned. “Don’t the males useprotection?”

Eyes wide, she laughed. “Shifters use condoms? They prefer au natural, which is why I give the girls an exam. They have to be healthy. And on birthcontrol.”

And what about the males and disease? I almost asked and then remembered that shifters never carried any sexualdiseases.

Not likehumans.

Dr. Hart went to the counter, removed something from her black bag. She slipped it into the pocket of myrobe.

“Here. This is a very reliable lubricant and it’s scented like natural female arousal so your partner won’t suspect a thing. Ask to use the bathroom to freshen up before you have sex and slip this up your hoo-ha.”

I’d never heard a doctor use the term hoo-ha. It made me grin in a very unhumorous situation. “Is that against therules?”

She snorted. “I’d say most of this is against the rules. Those shifters get impatient and may not get you wet enough for penetration. You have a tough hymen and it’s not going to be easy. I’d hate to see you in any more pain than you have toendure.”

I liked her, even if her words filled me with dread. I put the tube into my pocket. “There’s a first time for everything. It’s just one night of sex. At least I’ll get paid for mine, and I’ll be free ofdebt.”

Dr. Hart shook her head. “Goodluck.”

Then she handed me a form she signed to give to the auctioneer. I scannedit.

It was a paper testifying that I was untouched, a virgin. With a little red seal in thecorner.

Nervous, I laughed. “Is this like a diploma? I’ve graduated from the school of sexual inexperience and now I can get a job screwing shifters? Working in bed for minimum wage? I’ll probably make no more than I’d make slinginghamburgers.”

Dr. Hart did not smile. “You’re a special psi, Peyton. Don’t sell yourself short, no matter what they say. Shifters like psi humans like you because you’re authentic.Unique.”

She nodded as she glanced at me. “Don’t be surprised if you get offers aftertonight.”

“For encores?” I gave another nervouslaugh.

“For babies. You can carry a shifter’s child without trouble, and with your DNA, he’d be almost guaranteed the offspring would be ashifter.”

I blinked. “You can tell all that by looking up my hoo-ha? What, do I have a little certification form up there aswell?”

Dr. Hart gave a mysterious smile. “I received your medical records from your regular OB-GYN a few minutes ago. She forgot to erase the footnote in your file that was meant for her eyes alone. You’ve been thoroughly checked out by someone interested in your reproductive health. I’m not at liberty to say, but trust me when I tell you he’s quiteinterested.”

She refused to elaborate, leaving me in the roomalone.

Contemplating myfate.

And what shifter would be so interested in me as to go to such measures to discover if I could carry hischild?