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of him. After so
many years of military food, and these last few days, fast food, he didn’t
waste time to let it cool before he scarfed it down. In spite of the speed, the
flavors weren’t unappreciated. He groaned several times as the rich flavors
curled his toes. He would gladly get used to this.
    Once he finished, he thanked Betty as he put
his plate in the sink, then grabbed his wallet, cell phone, and keys and headed
out. Betty had given him directions and a list. He was good with directions,
another nod to his years of military training and usage of that training, so he
didn’t have any trouble finding the town.
    ****
    Gale was at her limit. The past three weeks had
been hell, and the trials didn’t cease. Her vehicle had a flat. They were all
the way on the other side of the country but were unable to shake the
persistent alpha whose enforcers always kept catching up and finding them. Her
brother was alive, but he was stillhealing . After
three days, the hospitals couldn’t do any more for him, and the whole family was
in danger from the alpha who was out for their blood. They
were running out of money, and they needed it all for renting rooms, fuel,
medical supplies, and food. What was she going to do? She didn’t know how to
change a tire, and no one seemed to be in the mood to stop and help.
    Gale leaned over her steering wheel and
started to cry. Things were just too much for her. When would they catch a
break? She looked up when she heard gravel crunching in front of her. Wiping
her tears away, she got a look at the man as he stepped out of the truck, and she
nearly swallowed her tongue. He was tall, with an unmistakable tanned muscular
body. His brown hair was crew-cut at the bottom and around his ears, but got
longer as it went further up his scalp and spiked into a pleasant wide upside-down
V kind of Mohawk. Usually she didn’t like Mohawks, but this guy had a style
that worked. His face was perfectly proportioned with defined facial features
accented with a chin strap beard and no mustache, indulgent pink lips, a straight
nose, and soft brown eyes. She’d never seen a better looking man in her life. He
elicited many different emotions just as she gazed into his eyes, one of those
feelings being refuge. For the first time in three weeks, she felt safe. She
had no idea why. He was a complete stranger, so what was she thinking?
    She saw him stop just in front of her car and
lift his head slightly, like he was smelling something. Could he be a shifter? That thought
got her blood flowing in an entirely different manner. Her stomach began to knot,
and her hands were actually starting to shake when he knocked on her window.
Gale debated opening the door. She felt so drawn to him, and felt that he would
never hurt her, but she also had the other side of her brain reminding her he
was a complete stranger. The man squatted down to her level, his soft brown
eyes looking at her through the glass. “Miss, I’m not going to hurt you. Is
everything ok?”
    His voice strummed happy tingles in her belly,
and goosebumps actually broke out on her arms. She
looked at his face, trying to judge his sincerity. But with his voice and those
eyes, she was a goner. She sat there frozen, struck stupid by all his glory.
Then he smiled, and she discovered her butterflies had rocket launchers. Her
breath caught in her throat, and sweat started to bead across her upper lip and
forehead. Oh no, she was sweating. The hottest man on record and she was staring
at him like some wide-eyed loon and sweating!
    “Can I open the door?” he asked her. She
loved hearing that voice. What else could she do to keep him talking?
    I
bet I could orgasm by just listening to his voice. She didn’t realize she was nodding until he
stood up and flipped up the door latch to pop it open. Her mind went blank as
she found herself staring right at his lower stomach and crotch. Holy huckleberries, that’s an impressive
bulge.
    Cooler air lightly suctioned