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best,” she said, stifling the sting of dashed anticipation.
    “He doesn’t come around anymore,” Rachel offered.
    It wasn’t any of her business. Not at all, but any tidbit of information was too tempting to ignore. “Why not?”
    Rachel shrugged. “He won’t talk to me or even Wade. He calls Dean from time to time but keeps his reasons close to him.” She inhaled and looked at the rafters of her beloved front porch. “Maybe this place just isn’t home to him anymore.”
    Morgan had been wrong. Information about him didn’t help at all. Instead, it cut her more deeply. “I don’t want to know any more. Please, at least until I’m stronger, don’t bring him up.”
    Rachel’s dark eyes were soft and sad, and she nodded her head in a way that said she understood. Dipping down, she caught Lana as the little girl topped the stairs. “I’ve got some fun stuff planned for you today.”
    “Like what?” Lana asked excitedly.
    “I just realized I bought way too much glitter at the hobby store to ever use myself. And none of the grumpy boys around here will help me, so I thought maybe you could use some of it for me.” Rachel gave a small wave and led Lana inside by the hand as she continued to chatter about artwork they would also make out of fruit and then eat afterward.
    Jeez, Rachel was going to brave glitter around Lana? The woman was basically a saint. Hopefully, she had a good vacuum cleaner.
    The yard was empty as she rounded the corner of the house and ambled for Grey’s old favorite changing place. He’d never showed it to her, but she had smelled him behind the brush on the edge of the sod for a couple of weeks until his scent had disappeared. It had been devastating the day she’d come and all traces of him had been gone. Still, she changed there because it gave her some sense of comfort that he’d been there. Sometimes, she pretended he was kneeling beside her when the pain was so unbearable she thought surely she’d die alone there, just beyond the shade of the forest canopy.
    Modestly, she glanced around the yard again before removing her clothing. Sure, nudity was as commonplace as clothing for wolves, but she hadn’t eased into that part of her new life quite yet. She took comfort in the knowledge that Marissa and Rachel seemed to be more chaste than the others as well. On several occasions, Logan, Brent and Jason had strutted around the premises with their tender bits dangling freely in the breeze and cocky smiles on their faces, daring her to stare. The men looked like they all belonged on some sexy magazine cover, making this entire mess all the more intimidating. She swore they either did it on purpose to make her uncomfortable, or to desensitize her to chiseled, Adonis-like bodies completely. Stupid, sexy werewolves.
    At least Grey wasn’t around, flaunting his tight abs and perfect arms and those little indentions that ran down his hips into the waistband of his sweats that she wanted to trace with her fingernail. Grey naked would be too much. The one small mercy was that they’d decided to wait on sex. At least he hadn’t claimed her completely before she’d run for the hills. Their bond was strong, but if she’d slept with him, she probably wouldn’t have had the strength to leave when she needed to. She’d made that decision for sweet reasons, wanting to make their wedding night special, and now that missed opportunity for intimacy with him was what made this horrible separation survivable.
    She was stalling.
    “Come on, Morgan. You can do this,” she muttered as she lowered herself to all fours.
    The first ripple of pain washed over her skin and it prickled like a thousand needles against her flesh. Grinding and crunching, she fought to ease the nausea that always accompanied the sounds of her body breaking. Falling against the dry grass, she screamed as pain ripped through her muscles. Popping sounded as her spine reshaped and tears ran the corners of her eyes, burning