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been smelling—her desire. For him , though? She was either hard up, or as blind as he was. “How’s your vision, little wolf?”
    “A little better than twenty-twenty, last time I had it checked.”
    “Shit.”
    She let down the hem and with a sigh, turned on her heels. “You’re out of dryer sheets,” she said softly.
    Dryer sheets? “What?”
    She stopped. Spun. “You know, dryer sheets. The things you put in the dryer to get the static out your clothes. Can’t put anything on a clothesline out here. It’s too dusty, and there’s nowhere in the house I can set up a drying rack.” She shrugged. “Have to use the dryer.”
    “I’ll need to buy some, I guess.”
    “How is it that you don’t know about dryer sheets? Who usually does your laundry?”
    He cringed. There really was no good answer to that question—at least, not one that would cast him in a good light. “I do.” Sometimes Auntie came over and started a load, but up until recently, they were all on the road, and they’d wash their clothes at whatever Laundromat was nearby. He did know how. “And you don’t have to do my laundry. I’ll get around to it.” Someday .
    “How long has it been since you’ve washed those pants?”
    “My pants?” He looked down at them. Who keeps track of that kind of thing? He just put on whatever looked clean enough, and pitched them into a pile when they got too much dirt on them. “I don’t know.”
    “You’ve got mud all around the bottoms. Take ’em off.”
    It was as if she wasn’t making good sense, given that he didn’t know how to respond, or even if he should.
    “Anton, take them off . I’m washing a colored load.” She held out her hand and made a gimme gesture. “The shirt you had on last night, too.”
    Grumbling, he unbuttoned, unzipped, disrobed, and handed her the items.
    She went off in an indignant huff.
    “You don’t have to do my laundry,” he said for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Maybe if he kept saying it enough, she’d eventually believe it. “Or cook for me. Or clean stuff. I’m a grown man, and I can do all those things.”
    “Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a very good job of them.”
    His mouth flapped open for a few beats, but as no retort came forth, he closed it and headed into his bedroom for new pants. Fuck waiting for Adam to come by and yell at him. Anton would cut him off at the pass and make sure he spoke his mind first . What the hell had the man been thinking?
    Probably that Anton needed a keeper. Well, maybe he did, just not this one.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Christina wasn’t a fan of guns in general, but she’d had no choice but to learn to be comfortable around them. Her brothers kept chests full of rifles and shotguns they used for sport and hunting when in their human forms. She could even shoot one if she had to, but preferred to admire them from a distance.
    A great distance.
    The sound of them going off in close quarters always stoked her anxiety to unmanageable levels. She’d make a damned skittish wolf, she knew, but she couldn’t be anything but what she was. Anton would have to take her or leave her.
    Well, no, not leave her, which she suspected he fully intended to do, but she simply wasn’t going to let him. He had yet to give her one good reason why he couldn’t mark her, and she was starting to think that he didn’t have one. So, she’d just keep on as she was. She refused to go back to that place, and she wasn’t giving up her mate to some other bitch. For the first time in her life, she was actually willing to fight over something, and what better thing than Anton?
    Picking up a gun to clean seemed the next logical component of the day’s chores. There was a whole shelf of them just waiting for some attention. More things for Anton to eventually get around to.
    He’d pulled on some clothes and gone storming out of the house as she loaded the washer. She’d heard yelling coming from the general direction of Alpha’s