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this scenario? How often had he come into the shop and imagined Ryan taking him into one of the back rooms?
    Bradley shrugged. “Ever since you pulled me out of the car wreck, I’ve thought about you.”
    Ryan blinked. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”
    “Of course I do. It’s hard to forget the guy who saved my life. I remember looking up at you and thinking that you were mine. I can’t explain it.” He knew it probably didn’t make sense to the other man, but it was just a fact. Ever since he’d seen Ryan, everything inside him had told him in no uncertain terms that the man was his.
    “You are the weirdest person on the planet,” Ryan said, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re a big believer in fate, hm?”
    Bradley nodded. “Yeah. I am. I like to think of myself as a pretty spiritual person. So when whatever powers that may be urge me toward someone, I don’t question it. My instincts haven’t steered me wrong yet.”
    “So let me get this straight,” Ryan said, staring at Bradley like he grew another head, “some metaphysical being or force told you that you’re my mate and that you and I were meant to be together?”
    Bradley hesitated for a second before he nodded. “When you put it like that, it sounds crazy, but I really do feel that way.”
    Ryan gave a long-suffering sigh and raked a hand through his hair. “Figures. The only time I agree to train a sub and he is nuttier than a bed bug.” Louder, he said, “We’ll start Friday. You won’t be registered to attend the sessions at the community center until next week, so I’ll give you a crash course. Do you have an apartment?”
    Bradley nodded.
    “Pack an overnight bag and come to this address.” Ryan handed him a card. “Bring whatever you need for a long weekend. When you come, make sure you bring me your class and work schedules so that I can get you into the system and start planning out my training for you. Let me make this clear, there will be no sex between us.”
    Bradley frowned. “Why not?”
    “Because I think you’re off your rocker and have some serious hero worship going on. I don’t think it’s a good idea if we become involved like that. I’ll teach you to be a sub, and I’ll teach you the correct responses. Once we work up to going to Riders, we’ll go together and ease you into it. After the exhibition bit of your training, you’ll be open for pack courtship.” He really didn’t look happy at the prospect.
    Bradley didn’t say anything else to argue with him. How was he supposed to articulate the all-consuming need to find Ryan and make sure he put in every effort to make the other man happy? He knew from a human standpoint it didn’t make much sense, but he figured that as a freaking wolf-shifter, Ryan would be a little more open minded. “Can you do a tattoo for me before you kick me out of the shop?”
    “I was going to drive you home. You want me to put more ink on you? Cover up the available mark by chance?” Ryan asked, his voice hopeful. Bradley wanted to scream. Stop being such a bastard to me! Whenever he’d come into the shop, he was sure that Ryan noticed him and shared his interest. This snarling attitude was starting to wear thin. What do you do when you catch a wolf by the tail? Hold the fuck on .
    “I want you to put something from your language on my skin,” Bradley said. He wasn’t sure why he felt the urge to get something else on him, but the same instincts that told him that he was Ryan’s told him to do so. He could picture the ghost of it in his head.
    Ryan frowned. “Haven’t you marked yourself enough this week?”
    “I want something that’s me, not just a title, and I want you to do it.”
    “This is highly unusual, boy. We don’t usually let availables mark themselves with anything in the wolf-tongue they want.”
    Bradley sighed. “Please? Just let me look in the book, and if I see something that strikes my fancy, you can veto it if it says something