A few hours later, Lucas opened the front door to a house that was as silent as a graveyard. The house looked as untouched as it was when he left it, except for the fact that another paper cup had joined his in the trash can. So apparently, his mate's stomach could handle a chocolate drink but not a pancake. He remembered her insinuation a few hours ago that he would spike her drink. He'd been so hurt by that but he hadn't let it show. Not for the first time, he wondered the extent of ...