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Blake’s mother, wouldn’t let him do it anywhere else in the house other than his office.
    Blake grabbed my arm, stopping me in the hallway. The set of his brow warned me his mood hadn’t improved since we had exited his car.
    “Sydney, I don’t want to fight with you. You’re my life-mate. Your senseless denial drives me crazy. The thought of having you always in the line of danger kicks in my wolf instincts and I can’t help it. Sometimes it gets the best of me, okay?” His expression was severe. Now wasn’t the time to argue; that would be later, when we didn’t have an audience.
    “Yeah, it’s fine.” No, it was far from being fine, but, again, he’d hear about that later.
    The tension in Blake’s shoulder’s relaxed and the tautness in the muscles of his face loosened. “Good, I’m glad you understand. I’m your protector. Sometimes you’re just going to have to do things that I tell you, even if you don’t want to, because it’s best for your safety.” He kept his arm on me and moved in for a hug.
    The man had serious issues if he thought I was going to be bullied around. Yes, I was pretty sure I had fallen in love with him the second he walked his sexy, overbearing, gorgeous self into my store, but my feelings for him weren’t a free pass for him mistreating me.
    I gave him a friend-like pat on the back, broke the embrace, then entered Morris’ office without checking to make sure Blake followed.
    The pack leader sat in his leather reclining office chair behind a large, dark-stained, wooden desk. Morris held a fat cigar between his index and middle fingers while his right ankle rested on his left knee with a round, glass ashtray placed in front of him.
    “Welcome, Sydney. Sorry to interrupt your dinner plans with my son.” From his tone, he sounded just as agitated as Blake, despite his attempt at civility.
    “No problem, Morris. Blake said you wanted to talk to us about something?” I wanted to get right to the point. I didn’t want Blake to dispute the fact Morris didn’t specifically say he wanted me at their meeting.
    Morris’ brow went up as he looked at Blake in question. To my relief, Blake didn’t respond.
    Blake sat down next to me on the couch against the wall of the office after shutting and locking the door behind us. Morris leaned forward, placing his hand underneath the top of the desk. He flipped the switch, triggering the mechanism that created an electrical current around the entire room of the office, including the floor and ceiling. Morris and Blake used this room when they had issues to discuss not meant to be shared among the entire pack.
    The mental link all the pack wolves shared didn’t lend to having much privacy between any two wolves, which came in handy at times during battle, but created a security risk at other times. That’s why Morris had the room decked out with electrical currents strong enough to interfere with the wolves listening in on the link between them, allowing us the freedom to think and say whatever came to mind.
    The hum in the room made my scalp tingle. It didn’t hurt, but it left me wanting to rub a fabric softener sheet over my entire body to de-static myself.
    I sat quiet, not wanting to press my luck or the fact that Morris seemed to be open to the idea of having me in the same room with them while they spoke pack business.
    “Dad, what’s all this about?” Blake tapped his foot while he waited to hear whatever his father had to say.
    “I’ve received notice the leader of the Mobile, Alabama, wolf pack is going to send a representative here this week.” Morris’ grave expression said volumes. It was obvious he didn’t take well to that news.
    Blake’s back straightened and he repositioned himself where he was barely seated on the couch cushion. I’d bet that if he were in his wolf form the fur along his back would have been sticking straight up at attention.
    “What? Why would he do that? And who does he think he is to