As do you. Charley’s body spasmed.

James broke their contact, pushed himself between them. Her head shook as he grabbed her cheeks with his hands.

“Not today, Charley.” He seethed through the near-silent command.

She tried to answer, but her nature betrayed her. Wyatt moved back, his hands in the air as if in surrender. She let the shimmer engulf her as it had in the car; her head lolled even with the hands which held her in place.

One final change. For Wyatt.

“Whoa, man, is she having a seizure?” Wyatt’s voice penetrated her fog.

“Yeah-a seizure. Open that door, please.” James gruff command would not be ignored.

She hung from his arms like a rag doll as he lifted her into them. The screech of a car door followed, but Charley kept her eyes shut, letting Wyatt’s voice and his image pass through her mind as she returned her focus inward. She envisioned faces, youth, features, likes and dislikes, to create in herself the perfect teenage girl-the ideal solution for Wyatt.

“Dammit, Charley! Stop. Now.” James’s whispered command broke through her veil of consciousness as his grip on her shoulder took her attention.

Soft leather slid under her hands and vibrated with the engine’s roar. The truck bucked and spun. Her head, at rest in James’s lap, lolled with the tight turn. Charley refocused on Wyatt’s form and face.

Her body shifted against James as the car sped through the curves she herself would have taken had Wyatt not interrupted her drive.

Preparation kept Charley’s smile hidden. James already saw through too much of her plan. Her desire to become the girl of Wyatt’s dreams won against her need to remain herself. She no longer wanted separation by age or kind. The change would be easy-and her last.

“Charley!” James’s gruff call of her name jarred her body, breaking her focus again.