It wasn't heat - she was sure of that. No, this was much more worse than heat had ever been. Heat had a reason, a why, a scapegoat to blame it all on. Feline DNA was a real bitch all right and she knew that her heats were caused by little miss kitty wanting to come out and play. But this? Was it the cat in her recognizing the cat in him? Or was it more than that?

'Heat' wasn't a problem anymore due to good-ole' Manticore dosing her with a two year suppressor, but HEAT was a real big problem just staring her in the face with those golden-green eyes and knowing smirks and damnable, touchable, hands.