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them about the loophole that Paige had uncovered for her. If she told them, she’d be obligated to go through with it, and she was desperately hoping that she could come up with a better way.
                  “I’m sure we’ll find something.  For now, we should get this over with,” she said to Maggie, grabbing her purse from the kitchen counter.
                  “Is that what you’re wearing?” Priscilla asked, eyeing Caitlin critically.
                  She glanced down at herself. She was wearing a pantsuit, with a generously sized jacket to hide her body as much as possible.
                  “What’s wrong with it?” she asked. “Did I spill something on myself?”
                  Priscilla circled her, looking her up and down. “I mean, you’re going to get bridenapped any minute, and the press will be there. I’m going to need good pictures to put on my blog. You should put on something fancier. Can I do your makeup? And I’m thinking your pink halter-dress, the one with the-”
                  Caitlin let out a hiss of frustration. “Zip it, Greedzilla!  He’ll have to find me before he can bridenapped me. I’m planning on busting out all my best stealth moves until after the full moon comes. I’ll eat lunch in the office every day, no, actually, I’m going to see if I can start working from home.”
    Would Alberto let her do that? She could retouch photographs from home just as easily as she could at the office, but he was the type of helicopter boss who constantly popped in to their office, afraid they were spending their time surfing on the internet.  In Lottie’s case, that was often true. She was addicted to gossip sites, and when she wasn’t working on their website, she was reading about celebrity hookups and breakups.
    Maggie left first.   Caitlin and her uncle waited a few minutes, then went into the garage. She climbed into the back of the pickup truck and lay down there on the floor.   Then they pulled out, as she lay sweating under the wool blanket and cursing every werewolf who’d ever lived.
    “Is the press still there?” she called out to him.
    “In full force!” he yelled back. “There’s even more of them!”
                  Great. The neighbors must be loving this. 
    Uncle Rich drove for about ten minutes, and then she felt him slowing down to a stop. He was dropping her off in an alleyway a couple of blocks from work. She could thread her way through the buildings and sneak in the back entrance at work.
                  “The coast is clear,” Uncle Rich called to her. “Better hurry!”
                  She climbed out of the truck, slammed the door, and ran down the alley.
                  She quickly ducked between garbage cans, zipped down a tiny side street…almost there…she rounded a corner…
                  The explosion of a dozen flash bulbs blinded her.
                  She staggered back, blinking, and tripped. She fell into someone – a very tall, muscular someone. She blinked again, frantically trying to clear her vision, but she didn’t need her eyes to know who she’d run into. She recognized that cologne, that earthy masculine smell…Kristofer. She remembered it from their very first meeting.
                  A mob of photographers gathered around, wildly snapping away.
                  She looked up at him in astonishment, struggling to find words.  She hadn’t actually seen him in person for quite some time; she’d forgotten exactly how breathtakingly handsome he was.  Spiky brown hair, chiseled cheekbones so sharp you could cut yourself just looking at them, broad, muscular chest…and unlike her, he’d dressed up today. He wore a white silk shirt and black pants; like most werewolves, his choice of clothing tended towards the elegant and