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    Joie shook her head at her own foolishness. “I can’t believe I’m letting nothing more than a big ole dog make me nervous. Oh, for heaven’s sake! Here! Look your fill!” She defiantly dropped the shawl and faced the window again.
    The wolf didn’t move. He panted as his gaze moved down to her feet, then back up to her face. Joie felt the blush covering her, but refused to be intimidated by him. She turned toward the mirror, watching the wolf out of the corner of her eye.
     
     
    Slade felt as though his head might explode. Lush, feminine, the absolute epitome of every fantasy woman he’d dreamed about since puberty stood naked in front of him and not a damn thing he could do about it.
    The urge to jump through the window, change and carry her to bed hit him so strongly he’d moved closer to the window without even realizing it. When his nose hit the screen, Slade growled at himself and backed up. And what did she call me? A dog? I’ll show you dog!
    Seemingly oblivious to him, Joie ran a brush through her curly hair. Her impressive breasts moved every time she raised and lowered her arms. He noticed how tight her nipples were. His tongue flicked out. He could taste them in his mind. She turned toward what he assumed to be a closet, and Slade groaned inwardly when she bent over, presenting him with a view of her sweetly rounded ass.
    I’d like to take a little bite out of that, maybe nibble my way up to her neck. I wonder if she really tastes as good as she smells? She’d feel soft, I know that. Soft and sweet, and as tiny as she is, probably tight too.
    Joie dressed quickly, pulling on her underwear and topping it with a t-shirt and jumper, trying to ignore him, though he knew she was fully aware of his presence. He wasn’t sure why he’d stayed. The old woman had awakened him just after dawn as she rose from her bed on the other side of the cabin and started making noise in the kitchen.
    Slade moved quietly away from the bedroom window and the temptation Joie presented. He stopped at the corner of the porch and lifted his head, scenting the air. The normal bayou noises had resumed just before dawn and now the crickets and frogs sang.
    From some distance he heard the roar of a bull alligator and from farther still, the sound of a motor. The pitch of the engine identified it as a small outboard motor, probably run by some fisherman heading out to try his luck.
    Slade stretched cautiously, feeling the pull of the stitches in his side and the constriction of the bandage. That would have to go before he attempted to change back into human form. The stitches would be a more delicate matter. They’d rip as soon as he changed unless he could get Joie to take them out first. At the thought of her hands on him again, Slade glanced back toward the window.
    She stood there, fully dressed with her hair pulled back by a headband, watching him. Slade turned and slowly made his way to the window. She didn’t move. He put his paws on the window ledge and raised himself up to his full height. Their eyes were level as they continued to stare at one another.
    He could smell her. He could hear her heartbeat. He could feel her fascination for him. Slade had heard other Pack members talk about instant attractions, but had never experienced it. If he wanted a woman, one could always be had, but never a human. She was so different from every other woman he’d ever been with but, man, he wanted her.
    He felt his eyes starting to glow, knew he couldn’t hide his attraction from her, knew that if she’d been a shifter, she’d have immediately responded with acceptance or denied him. Instead, she simply stared, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her eyes focused on his.
    Tante Kay’s voice broke their intimate spell as she called out to Joie from the kitchen.
    “I’m coming,” Joie answered absently. She shook her head as if shaking off a spell, then backed toward the door, her eyes still focused on the massive