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sarcasm.
    His eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t kindness that motivated me. I don’t relish leaving you to die in the mountains, and there’s nothing else to do with you. Just stay out of everyone’s way.”
    She frowned. “Like poor Davinia? She’s been married to your brother for how long? A year? Two? More? And she’s still not treated like one of you.”
    “It’s not your business.” His arm snaked out, and he grasped her wrist. “Speaking of other things that aren’t your business, you weren’t invited to the Pack’s meeting. Davinia’s a biddable girl, so I know where to place the blame for that. You keep to yourself while you’re here.”
    Anger sizzled through her, and she batted her lashes up at him. “Why, Rica, I planned to become best friends with your wife. Maybe I’ll corrupt her as I’ve so obviously corrupted Davinia.”
    To her surprise, he didn’t look angry. Instead, he seemed grimly amused. “I have no mate, woman, and if I did, she would be more than a match for you. I know your kind.”
    “Really? Because it seems to me, you don’t know much about anything, except this little village and its way of life. Yes, you’re a…small man.” Her eyes widened at the rejoinder. What was she doing? It was her job to blend in with these people, to gain their confidence, so she could get an insider’s perspective on their lives. Alienating the leader wouldn’t help her accomplish that goal. She opened her mouth to apologize, but a gasp escaped her instead, as he jerked her into his arms.
    “I know a great deal about many things.” He pressed his face closer to hers. “Probably more than you do,” he said with a growl.
    She couldn’t help noticing how close his mouth was to hers. Her lips felt dry, and she moistened them with her tongue. Her gaze didn’t stray from his. Ellie meant to apologize, but couldn’t find the words. She couldn’t seem to gather her wits. Her thoughts were a confusing whirl, centering around one thing: How would it feel to have his lips on hers?
    He began to sniff her, but still didn’t touch. Ellie held her breath, wondering about his actions. I wonder if I smell good to him? The thought was disorienting, but not so much as the one that followed. He smells good to me, with his sharp, woodsy scent. He’s so male. She cleared her throat. “Rica, I’m sorry—”
    He cut off her apology with his lips, molding them to hers with firm pressure. His arms engulfed her, pulling her against the hardness of his body, the firmness of his cock. Ellie realized Rica most certainly wasn’t a small man as his hard cock swelled against the confines of his jeans.
    She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her palms against the smooth skin of his back. She ran her hands down his back, pausing to trace the line of his spine to the waistband of his jeans. He deepened the kiss. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she opened under its assault. Her fingernails dug into his back, and her nipples beaded.
    She groaned when her pussy spasmed. How long had it been since she had a man? Nine months. Nine long months. Her body craved Rica’s touch, even as her mind tried to caution her against the attraction. She couldn’t become involved with a subject. It might skew the results of her study completely.
    Still, she couldn’t make herself break free from his arms. In fact, she snuggled closer, thrusting her hips so that her denim-covered pussy brushed against his thigh. She made a wordless sound of need, straining against him.
    He pushed her away suddenly, and with so much force, she stumbled into the couch. Ellie’s eyes widened, and she pressed a hand to her chest, as if trying to hold in her racing heart. She looked at him uncertainly, wondering why he had broken the kiss so abruptly. She held out her other hand. “Rica?”
    He stepped back to avoid her touch. “Get out. Stay out of my way while you’re here.”
    She frowned. “Did I…” Ellie trailed off, realizing she was about