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cab and pushed the damned Ford
back down the hill himself if he had to.
    It was damn bad timing, that was all—that his
mare had to gone into labor early and just before the full moon had
come up, that Henry McIntire had to go on some fool vacation when
it did, that the country vet had such a tempting daughter. There
was no way he could have expected any of that. Especially that she
would still be here come morning.
    The change wasn't pretty. He knew that from
watching his father go through it. But Sarah had seen it and
stayed. Something in the monster’s words must have kept her here.
He couldn't imagine what. His father hadn’t been capable of
anything more than a few incoherent grunts when he wasn’t
raging.
    But she had obviously found something to
like. He remembered the feel of the heat of her mouth wrapped
around him as he came in her mouth.
    A groan fell from Grant’s lips before he
could stop it.
    Damn.
    Her head popped up. It took a few seconds for
the fog of sleep to dissipate from her eyes. Mascara was smeared
across her cheeks, but they were no longer as red and swollen as
they had been when she’d pulled away from him last night.
    His body tightened with a surge of desire at
the remembered image.
    "Grant?" she asked slowly.
    “Yep.” He stepped forward and offered her his
hand. She eyed it with equal parts suspicion and relief, but after
a long moment, she took it. He pulled her to her feet.
    She rose slowly. Her body had to be nearly as
sore as his. Nearly half of her sandy blonde hair was pulled from
her ponytail. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained. She was a
mess, and yet he still felt a nearly unbearable pull toward
her.
    "Are you all right?” she asked. Her eyes
narrowed as her gaze swept up his exposed body. She was just a
doctor examining a patient, he reminded himself as his blood began
to heat.
    “Yeah. How about you?”
    Her hands went to her face self-consciously.
The evidence of all they had done had dried against her cheeks.
    “I could use a shower,” she said with a shy
smile. “And a cup of coffee.”
    Hell, the woman was inviting herself in. Why?
If she had a lick of sense she’d be halfway to the highway by now.
Grant shook his head. “Then we’d best get you on your way, Dr.
McIntire.”
    He placed his hand on the small of her back
and started pressing her toward the door.
    “Oh, no. You are not shuttling me off as easy
as that,” she said.
    Grant sighed. Why did this woman refuse to
see reason? “It would better if you got yourself home.”
    “Why? Are you going to change again?”
    “Not until tonight.”
    “Then we have plenty of time for you to
answer all of my questions.”
    Her knees locked in place as her heels dug
down.
    “But—”
    “Mr. LaCroix, because of you I am filthy, I
am tired, and I am terribly confused. Now by my reasoning you owe
me a shower, a cup of coffee and a shit load of answers, and there
is no way in hell you are getting rid of me until I have all of
those things.”
     
     

 
     
    Sarah stepped out of the bathroom and
followed the smell of coffee down the long hallway. That might have
been the best shower that she’d ever had in her life. Her
fingertips and toes were all pruned, but all that hot water
cascading over her aching shoulders had felt too good to cut
short.
    A fresh set of clothes had worked wonders as
well. She’d grabbed them from the truck after checking in on her
patient and her foal. She had been happy to see that both were
doing just fine She had learned from her father to always bring
along a spare set of clothes to a call in case things got messy,
and last night certainly qualified as messy. They were wrinkled
from being balled up in a rucksack, but they were clean, and right
now that was all that mattered. She hadn’t even bothered packing up
the old ones. She’d just balled them up and threw them in the
trash.
    Even though the coffee called to her, Sarah
walked slowly down the hallway. Exposed dark wood beams