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here a few hours a night. Clearly, he had enough going on with his personal life without her complicating his sleeping arrangements. Still, she didn’t want him to go. She wanted to learn more about him. She even wanted to know more about why he was different from Miller and his brothers. Why Dalton was nice and protective where the McCalls had been harsh and out of control. She wanted to know where he lived, and why he was leaving so soon, where he worked, and how he’d learned to fight like he’d done with Darren. She wanted to know why he’d given in and slept beside her last night. And most importantly, she wanted to know why she felt so safe around him.
    All these questions built up in her throat until she couldn’t do more than make a little questioning whimper as he opened the front door, allowing the frigid, late season breeze to swirl around her little apartment.
    “What about your coffee?” she asked in desperation as he topped the stairs above her.
    “You can have it.” He turned and cast her a thoughtful look. She would give her femur bone to know what he was thinking right now with his eyes blazing like they were. “Don’t engage with Darren anymore.”
    “Are you worried?” Then perhaps you should spend nights with me!
    “You’re not mine to worry over, Kate,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him over the early morning wind.
    Without another word, he turned and walked away, his boots crunching in the snowy yard until she couldn’t see or hear him anymore.
    The ease with which he left her was telling enough. She might have all these questions about him, but he had no interest in her.
    You’re not mine to worry over. For some reason those words hurt more than was reasonable.
    He was a complete stranger, and she wasn’t his problem.

Chapter Four
     
    Dalton watched Kate lock her basement door and make her way up the stairs and through the front yard to her four-wheeler, coffee thermos in her hand. She wore a heavy jacket and pink ear-muffs to match her petal-pink scarf. White rimmed sunglasses hid her eyes. She looked so fucking cute with her tight little scrubs hugging her sexy curves as she ripped the engine of her ATV.
    Kate passed right by the street he was parked on, but she didn’t look up from the icy road in front of her.
    Go get her.
    Dalton growled a warning to his wolf to shut up. He scrubbed his hand down his face and resisted the urge to follow her. He would not hunt her like some McCall. Clearly Miller had already done that.
    She was that asshole’s perfect target—kind, overly-caring, and submissive with a generous heart. Miller had used up women like her when he was alive. Dalton had seen it personally on the few occasions he’d visited a town at the same time as Miller. Dalton had hated him and Cole McCall both.
    Miller complicated things, even from the grave. He was Link’s late brother, and here Dalton was, unable to pull his gaze away from one of Miller’s ex-girlfriends…or whatever she’d been to him.
    A long snarl rattled his throat just thinking about Miller fucking her in that stupid video.
    Gritting his teeth, he shook his head at what he was about to do. A wise werewolf didn’t catch the attention of a ruthless enforcer like Clayton, much less ask favors. Right now, though, he was helpless to leave her like this. He had to do something to make her life a little better. He’d be a shit mate for her, but he could do this.
    Dalton hovered his finger over the damning number for a moment before he jammed it down and waited for Clayton to pick up.
    “Dalton,” the enforcer greeted. What the hell? He’d never talked to him on the phone, so how had Clayton even recognized this number?
    “I have a favor to ask.”
    “Of course you do,” Clayton said dryly.
    “It’s not for me. It’s for a woman Miller McCall hurt.”
    Silence grew thick as fog over the line. “Did he kill her?”
    “No, but he posted a video that is shaming her. Tagged her name