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makes me miss them...her...more.”
    “You’re allowed to miss him.”
    Her smile took a wry twist as she cocked her
head at him. “Well that’s good, to know what I’m allowed to
feel.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    Bree softened. “I know. But you’re right, I
try and talk myself out of missing Caesar, but the man I married,
loved, had a beautiful daughter with—he wasn’t the same man that
did those horrible things.”
    “And that’s the man you miss. I get that.”
Hunter glanced around her kitchen. “You don’t even have pictures
up. Does not having any reminders at all help?”
    “Sometimes. Most times I don’t think anything
helps. Isn’t your pack missing you, yet?”
    He winced. “Sorry. Being too nosy?”
    “A little.”
    Hunter crossed the distance between them and
Bree didn’t back down. She’d opened to him, relaxed. The calm tilt
of her head, the playful watch of her eyes, it all told him how
comfortable she was becoming with his presence. A far cry from the
woman who’d seemed so at a loss for kindness when he’d offered to
clean her garage for her.
    He reached out and swept aside a lock
ruby-red hair. “You can’t blame me for being curious.”
    “Oh I could.” There was an edge in her voice
that told him far more than the words she said. Most likely people
in the past had been curious for all the wrong reasons.
    But they weren’t Hunter.
    “I don’t care about your past husband,
Breanne. I’m interested in you . The lone ex-Hound who placed
herself smack-dab in the middle of wolf territory.”
    “In my defense, I was looking for a house
away from—” The words died and she lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
“Everything. White Pine seemed like a such a small, quiet
place.”
    “A place to disappear,” he said, echoing her
words from yesterday.
    Bree nodded. “Yes.”
    Hunter stepped closer, feeling the warmth
from her body. When she took a deep breath her breasts brushed his
chest. All he had to do was tilt his head, lean in a little, and he
could take her lips in another kiss. “Are you going to leave now
that somebody’s found you?”
    Her lips twitched. “No. I don’t scare that
easily.” Bree poked him in the chest. “Besides, I’m armed.”
    “Not right now, you’re not.” Hunter slid his
arm around her waist and tugged her until the last few inches
between them were gone. Her body flush against his. A shiver danced
through her and he wanted to swoop down and steal her lips in a
kiss more than he’d wanted anything.
    “You hardly scare me,” she whispered, a smile
trailing across her lips. She almost seemed surprised by that
little revelation and it made him grin.
    Hunter leaned down, breathing in the soft
cinnamon scent that was Bree. His lips hovered over hers, so close,
and then he heard the familiar chime of his phone. His pocket
buzzed. Bree arched her eyebrows, mirth written all over her
face.
    “Saved by the phone,” he muttered and let her
go, ignoring the soft chuckle she gave as he dug his phone out of
his pocket. It was a pack ring tone. “This better be good.”
    Bree patted his chest and headed for the
stove. As he watched her sashay across the kitchen he didn’t think
there was any reason good enough for interrupting this.
    “Boss. Think we got trouble out here.” His
second in command said over the phone.
    Damn . “What kind of trouble?”
    “The kind with Hounds.”
    He saw Bree’s head tilt. Her added
canine-senses would easily let her overhear the conversation, and
he saw the slight perk in her interest before she quickly dashed it
and carried on about her business. Hunter let out a sigh. Right
now, the pack needed him more than Bree did.
    “On my way.”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. “You
can take my car.”
    Hunter shook his head. “I’ll run.”
    He closed the distance between them in three
quick strides. “Watch yourself.”
    “I was saving myself long before nosy wolves
came around.” She tossed him a