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Wentz before Denazen.”
    Now she sounded like Anderson. I was about to tell her that when a loud bang shot through the room. It came again, this time accompanied by a ground shaking tremor. “What the hell is that?”
    “That, I believe,” she said with a wink, “is your wake up call.”
    I opened my eyes and pulled the pillow from over my head just enough to roll over and glance at the annoyingly bright clock on the dresser. A soft knock came from the door. I’d been asleep barely forty-five minutes. What the hell was with these people? Cain and I had one big thing in common. We both loved sleep.
    I tossed aside the covers and swung my feet over the edge. The room spun a little, but I managed to keep it under control. Another knock. This time it wasn’t Henley. I could tell because the knocking was softer. Almost hesitant. Stomping across the floor, I slipped through the shadows, miraculously managing to avoid the landmine of crap that littered Cain’s floor, and pulled open the door.
    “About time,” Carina said as she pushed past me and slipped into the room.
    “What—”
    “I thought you’d never answer. I’ve been out there for five minutes.”
    “Okay,” I said, taking a few steps back to flip on the small lamp beside the bed. “Why?”
    She frowned, thrusting her bottom lip out, and moved closer. Normally I would have found it sexy as hell—I was as much a sucker for a good pout as the next guy—but now? I just wanted her to leave.
    “I thought we talked about the Skinners’ thing.” Lips curling into a mischievous smile, she sauntered forward the rest of the way, swaying her hips dramatically. “I told you I would be more than happy to scratch any itch you might have…”
    I tried to remember the conversation between them, but there’d been too much stress. If she stayed here any longer, I was sure to do something out of character and pique suspicion. “Right now, the only itch I have is to sleep.”
    Her kitten eyes narrowed to angry slits.
    Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
    “Are you shitting me?” Her previously warm, sexy voice, turned arctic. “One minute you’re all over me, foaming at the mouth to get into my pants. I finally decide to let you and you’re brushing me off?”
    Against my will, the memories pushed their way to the surface, making the room spin a little faster. Cain and Carina had fooled around a few times since he’d gotten here. She’d kept him on the hook, playing games and teasing. I’d done her a big favor by evicting Cain. He wouldn’t have waited much longer—weather she liked it or not.
    “I start a new job in—” I shot a bleary-eyed look at the clock. “A few hours. We’ll hook up tomorrow, okay?” That would give me a day to come up with another excuse. I wasn’t touching this girl with a forty-foot pole. Sure, she was hot, but Devin’s comment zinged around inside my head. I wasn’t interested in the village leftovers. I also made a mental note to have Cain’s body checked out. I had to live here for the time being and the guy was worse than a stray cat. I had a feeling a hefty dose of penicillin might be in order.
    “Asshole,” she muttered, and stormed from the room.
    Perfect. Not even five hours in my new body and I’d gotten into a fist fight, pissed off the boss, and insulted the resident tramp.
    How would I top that tomorrow?

Chapter Four
    Daylight rolled around way too soon. I managed to catch three hours of sleep before Anderson pounded on my door telling me I needed to be in the rec room by seven—which gave me ten minutes to get ready.
    The headache seemed to be subsiding, and the detached feeling started to fade, but I still wasn’t a hundred percent. Every now and then a flash from Cain’s memory would do its best impression of subliminal messaging and throw my equilibrium out of whack. Like with Sheltie, his brain seemed to be cycling through the important events in his life as my stuff merged with his. It