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oil.”
    “You mean pizza grease?” he replied, a smile touching his lips. But when he briefly dipped his nose in her hair, he smelled something indescribably wonderful.
    “No,” she murmured sleepily. “My car died on the way over. I had to check the engine and got fluid all over my hands.”
    When Kat shivered, Prince wrapped his arm around her and she nestled against his chest. He thought about how satisfying it was to hold a woman—an affection he didn’t indulge in very often, if at all.
    “I’m going to have to cut our evening short,” Nadia announced, strolling into the room in a pair of strappy heels. “I have a client who’s in need of funds tonight, and I’ve got two hours to locate a buyer for his painting.” She tapped her fingernail against a tooth, her gaze distant. “I’m tempted to buy it myself and sell it later so I don’t have to jump through all these hoops. If you want to wait for me, I’ll be back in an hour or two. It depends on how much he wants to charge. If not, then I’ll understand,” she said, judgment clinging to the edge of her voice.
    Nadia was testing him, seeing what he was willing to do for her time and affection.
    Under the circumstances, he could hardly go anywhere. Kat had somehow adhered herself to his side and was drooling on his shirt. Oddly, Nadia didn’t question their cozy position.
    “Perhaps I’ll find a blanket for your sister and then wait on the terrace.”
    That pleased her. “If you get sleepy, feel free to lie down in my bed. Just make sure you’ve removed your clothes; I like to keep my sheets clean. I’ll be back soon.”
    With a jingle of her keys, Nadia slipped out the front door. The second it slammed, Kat sat upright, eyes wide.
    “Your sister left,” he said.
    She released a heavy breath.
    “Tell me, why doesn’t Nadia seem concerned about leaving us alone?”
    Kat yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Nadia’s men never want anything to do with me, and that goes both ways. She knows I’d never betray her trust. I’m a loyal wolf.”



Chapter 3
     
    Kat didn’t want to impose on her sister, especially after the last visit when Nadia had kicked her out of the apartment for painting the walls pale yellow. Kat hadn’t meant any harm; she’d just thought the place needed a little cheering up. What she really wanted to do was shift and relax, but she wasn’t allowed to because the last time she did, her wolf had left a ton of black hairs all over Nadia’s white couch.
    Nadia could be a real bitch, but Kat wasn’t perfect by a mile. After all, who wants to hang out with a woman who dedicates her life to tracking down thugs? When on assignment, Kat spent most of her days and nights in bars, going undercover and squeezing juicy gossip from her informants. She had to dress the part, and eventually the lines blurred on how much of it was an act and how much was really her. As long as the clothes were comfortable, she didn’t care.
    Granted, leather pants had their downside. As badass and sexy as they looked, they also made her legs sweat. Kat preferred distressed jeans or a pair of khakis, but unfortunately she had nothing else to wear at the moment since she’d driven into town straight from a biker bar in Shreveport.
    After waking up in Prince’s armpit, she’d slinked out of the room to retrieve two leftover slices of pizza from the dining table. Kat meandered into the living room and sat on the sofa beside Prince.
    Prince . What kind of name was that? Tall, graceful like a panther, long hair—and Kat had always had a thing for long-haired men. On top of that, he smelled good… beneath all the cologne. Prince had a face that artists chiseled from marble, and don’t get her started on his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her talk faster than usual. Up close, the contrasting colors were arresting, and they pulled her in like magnets. Men shouldn’t have eyes that sexy. Especially not with wolfish brows that sometimes slanted in a