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churn. She pulled out her phone and dialed Hector. She quickly told him to call her workers and tell them they were getting a late start on the day again due to materials not being delivered.
    Maybe if she was lucky, she could find Zane some clothes and he’d leave.
    Skylar had never been lucky in her life, so maybe it was time for her luck to change.
    ***
    Zane found a drop cloth with paint stains crumpled up under some buckets in the corner of the shed. After shaking it out, he wrapped the material around his waist and headed after her. He didn’t need that woman calling the cops—or worse, his Pack Master.
    He needed to find that drug dealer who had been in the meth house that night. He needed to know what exactly he’d been infected with so he could find a cure.
    He hurried across the yard as the early morning sun peeked over the horizon. It wasn’t even full daylight and the air was already stifling. It was going to be another hot July day.
    He walked around to the back door and noticed the door was ajar. He made it up the steps and into the kitchen and froze.
    “What are you doing?” He kept his voice low as he studied the cell phone in her hand.
    “Well, I was going to call the cops to get you off my property. But I figured if I could find you some clothes, then maybe you would leave on your own.” She lifted her chin.
    “Clothes would get you one step closer to getting rid of me.”
    “Promise?” Her sapphire-blue eyes narrowed. It was clear she didn’t believe a word he was saying.
    “I swear it.”
    “Fine. Stay here while I run to the consignment shop.”
    “Consignment shop?” He hadn’t intended for her to buy him clothes. He’d figured she could borrow them from a friend or relative.
    “Yeah. Consignment shop.” She propped her hands on her hips and scowled. “Look, I know you Guardians are used to wearing high-end jeans with all that money you make, but I can’t afford designer jeans.” She turned on her heel and headed for the door. She stopped at the door and shot him a glare over her shoulder, holding up her finger in warning. “And don’t touch anything while I’m gone.”
    He stood in stony silence after she slammed the door behind her.
    Never in his life had anyone talked to him that way. Especially a female.
    Well, there was this one female, but that had been a very long time ago, and she had been just a child and full of spunk. That child had the same flaming red hair and startling sapphire blue eyes as this woman—
    His breathing hitched as déjà vu settled over him.
    He might have lost his sense of smell, but his sixth sense was screaming at him that this was the same person.
    After all these years, he’d found that little girl, and now she was all grown up.

    ***
    Skylar plunked down some bills as the old man at the cash register bagged up her purchase. She’d managed to find some jeans and a T-shirt that would fit the werewolf. She’d even found some secondhand boots that she hoped would fit. She’d not really looked too hard at his feet when he had been standing in front of her naked. But if the size of his boot correlated to the size of his package, then the large boots would fit.
    “Thanks.” She snagged the bag off the counter and headed out the door. She walked past the tattoo shop and glanced down at her phone to check the time. She’d wasted enough hours today taking care of some Guardian werewolf who probably wouldn’t even lift a finger to help her if she needed it.
    Distracted by her cell phone, she slammed into a wall of muscle. She stumbled back and caught her balance before she fell.
    “Sorry.” She glanced up and gave the stranger an apologetic smile. She froze, her blood turning to ice in her veins.
    “Skylar Wade. Long time no see.” The large Were grinned as his vulgar gaze roamed up and down the length of her body.
    “Hershel.” She clutched her phone in her hand like a weapon and forced herself not to look away. Hershel Baker had been one