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“You can’t be serious,” she stuttered. “That’s ridiculous. I came here to fix the truck!”
    “Royce is a decent mechanic in his own right. Me too. But I’d seen your picture before, and I think after I commented on it, something must have stuck with Redmond. He’s a chump at times but the man’s got a memory on him.”
    Staring at him incredulously, Abigail couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had this all been some elaborate trick? But the more she thought about it, the more it sounded like exactly something Redmond would do. That beautiful, impossible bastard.
    “Wow. I was staring right at it and I didn’t even see it.”
    Ragnar crossed over to her and before she could say anything, he pressed his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that she couldn’t help but return.
    “I’m glad they brought you here, beautiful.”
    With that, he turned around and stalked into the shed, leaving Abigail in a state of dazed confusion and maybe a little horny. Okay, definitely horny.
    She slapped her hand against her forehead, groaning.
    I should have known that Redmond Hamilton was up to no good, she thought.
    But maybe Redmond’s meddling could be the best thing that ever happened to her?
 

CHAPTER SIX
    Ragnar
     
    Something that Abigail had said struck home far too hard with Ragnar. When he managed to untangle himself from her later in the day, having concluded cleaning out the workshop and finding himself unable to think of any good excuse to hang around her anymore, he’d taken a shower and headed out.
    Shifter Grove was a new settlement in the foothills, but the area had been a home to shifters for a long time. The Hamiltons had been a big clan once, and there were others not far either. Off the top of his head, Ragnar could name the Bitterroots in Montana—though it wasn’t so far over the mountains—and the Arders. But those were the good guys, the clans that the Hamiltons had never had problems with.
    As with all shifter relations, things were rarely that easy.
    Driving down the long, dusty road that he could faintly remember from his childhood, Ragnar kept his eyes peeled. Hamilton House was on a five-road intersection, three of which led to their grounds, one back to Shifter Grove, and the last one… well, that was what he was intending to find out now.
    The thick, lush forests thinned out as he got farther from the Hamilton grounds and the mountains sprouted up in jagged lines. The road was barely visible, obviously rarely traveled, just like the ones leading to the Hamilton areas had been before Royce dragged everyone back kicking and screaming. Ragnar slowed down the truck slightly, taking his time to consider the surroundings. The woods were as dry here as they were everywhere else around Shifter Grove, but they were well-tended. It was obvious that someone had occasionally taken the time to clear out the thick underbrush, bringing more light and life in.
    Frowning slightly, Ragnar continued on. It wasn’t long until a building came into view in the distance. It looked slanted to one side, perhaps to the point of collapsing in on itself. It was painted a deep, gnarly sort of red that stuck out like a sore thumb in the green foliage. He had to imagine that it was what the owner intended, though Ragnar couldn’t be sure who was he showing off for. Nobody came this far out of town, especially in that direction. From that point on, there were nothing but lifeless rocks and treacherous mountainsides.
    As he got closer, he also saw two trucks parked out in front, both of them F-250s.
    They certainly have the cash to blow on trucks, he mused to himself, taking mental notes.
    Ragnar drove straight up to the front yard, scattering some chickens, and parked next to the matching black trucks. He clambered out, eyeing the vehicles thoughtfully. In the back seat of one of the cabs he spotted an unmarked canister that looked too small to be used for oil or gas. A dark thought pricked at the back