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weres chose to live in cities and towns. He was used to spending small amounts of time in those environments working as a Hunter, but it was never a comfortable experience. Humanity pushed in on him. But he had no choice as long as Tara fought the pull of the mate-bond. He stayed where she did.
    Later in the kitchen, he checked the time, amazed that he’d slept in so late. His internal clock never let him go past five, no matter how little sleep he was operating on. It was a measure of his comfort with the woman that he could settle in so deep a sleep. He poured coffee, smiling and letting the memory of last night flow over him. Who knew she would add so many normalcies to his life? Who knew normal could be so appealing?
    He took her out to dinner. A first for him. And this was a woman who enjoyed food. He’d watched her, entranced, surprised at how sensual the act of eating was, hard as rock for the two hours they’d sat in the restaurant. Which was better? Enjoying her company there or getting her home and getting inside her? Something he’d managed two steps inside the front door. The memory had him growing harder by the second.

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    After assigning one of the weres to keep watch over her, and angry with his unruly body, he forced his mind back to his job. He had nothing to go on and was getting nowhere fast. A run was what he needed, and maybe some time spent cleaning up the disaster of a house he’d bought.
    After a short drive, less than ten minutes out of town, he was facing the place. It was a two story Victorian with wide porches around three sides. It was surrounded by woods and most important, it had three ground floor exits. It was sound, but cosmetically a disaster. He was looking forward to the challenge of bringing it back, but first things first.
    He stripped in the yard, tossing his clothes to the porch, and shifted.
    Embracing the strength and wildness of the wolf, he loped into the forest.
    He ran full out for an hour before slowing to a walk better suited to explore. He’d made a big loop, ending up back in his neighborhood, and set about getting to know it inside and out.
    By the time he’d worked off most of his frustration, he was running behind schedule. After a quick shower, he hurried back to town, relieved to find he’d not only beat Jackson to O’Reilly’s, but Darius and Eric too.
    He found a table in the back corner of the bar, sat with his back to the wall, and waited. Darius and Eric arrived first, and joined him in silence. He accepted a beer from the waitress and waited for her to leave with their orders before speaking.
    “Is there any particular reason we’re having this meeting?” he asked Darius.
    “Other than to find out why he’s here, you mean?”
    “We know that already.”
    Darius shrugged. “So, I want to hear it from him.”
    The waitress showed up with their beers and the table fell silent again. He was relieved when he caught a glimpse of red hair. It would be unlike Darius to pick a fight with Jackson while Meg was around. More like a truce. Maybe the memory of their lifelong friendship had finally asserted itself.
    They turned as one when the door opened. With amusement Trey noted the tension level at the table ratchet up a few dozen degrees. You’d never know they had instigated this meeting. Jackson approached with 26

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    pure Alpha bravado, and Darius bristled. Trey bit back a laugh.
    When he sat, Jackson slid an envelope to Trey and turned to study the other two. Trey lightly tapped the edge of the envelope against the table with affected boredom. It looked to be an interesting show.
    Darius finally spoke after the waitress had delivered an un-requested beer to Jackson. “You told Trey why you’re here. Now tell me.”
    He was surprised when Jackson started talking instead of arguing, though it was obvious he’d prefer a fight. His jaw ticked, and under the table his fists were clenched. Obviously