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public displays of affection in front of people. He wasn’t even ready for the attention Tank was giving him.
    When the clock read eight thirty, George closed the kitchen down and hit the lights. He ran up the stairs to get ready. He had thirty minutes until Tank showed up. That should be plenty of time to get his food encrusted clothes off and look presentable.
    He kicked his boots off then hurriedly pulled his T-shirt above his head. Once the water was regulated, George pulled his jeans and underwear off, tossing his socks onto the pile. The shower took only moments. His nerves made him rush through everything.
    George cursed when he tripped over his duffel bag. He needed to slow down. Pulling up from the floor, he made his way over to the dresser.
    “What are you acting like this for?” he asked his reflection in the George’s Turn
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    large mirror that hung there. Deciding he wasn’t out to impress the big guy, George just grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt from his bag. He really needed to unpack.
    Ready to go, George grabbed his Stetson from off the hook and placed it on his head. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable, he cut the lights and jogged down the steps.

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    Tank paced behind the diner. It was only eight thirty. He knew he was early, but he’d been too excited to sit still. He showered and shaved, trying to look his best for his mate. The lights in the diner went off, and Tank’s hands got sweaty just at the thought of finally spending some alone time with George. A half hour passed, and Tank got more agitated. Then, the back door pushed open.
    He could see that George had showered and was wearing clean clothes. He looked absolutely stunning. His crystal-blue eyes were twinkling as he smiled at Tank. Damn, he actually had dimples. Tank had an urge to run his tongue along the indents. It took sheer willpower not to grab his mate into his arms and molest him right behind the dinner. It wouldn’t help his cause either.
    “Hi.” George stepped out of the door and over to his right, looking at Tank from under his long, blond lashes.
    “Hey. You, uh, wanna go for a walk?” Tank rubbed his hands down the front of his jeans again, his palms stayed wet around this guy.
    “Okay.” George stepped closer, and Tank noticed that George was the perfect height, the top of his head reaching Tank’s shoulders.
    “I hear you’re from Wyoming. What’s that like?” He walked George toward the town square, keeping a respectable distance. For now.
    “Wide-open spaces and plenty of room to ride your horse.” George sighed. “I do miss that. Miss the early morning rides I took 30
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    with my horse, Daisy.”
    “I never rode a horse. Is it hard?”
    “Nah, just gotta know how to handle ’em. They feel what you feel, so you have to be calm around them.” George visibly relaxed.
    Tank wasn’t making any moves on him. It was like two old friends taking a stroll. No pressure. Tank planned on keeping it that way until his mate became accustomed to him.
    “Maybe one day you can teach me.” They circled around the gazebo that sat in the middle of the park, strolling slowly, enjoying each other’s company.
    “Sure, I’d like that. It’ll be nice to get back in the saddle. Can I ask you something?” George stopped and looked up at Tank.
    “Okay.”
    “What did you mean yesterday when you grabbed me and said I was yours? What gives?”
    The scene played in Tank’s mind. He couldn’t outright tell the man they were mates. He knew he would have to in the near future, but right now he just wanted to enjoy the time they were spending together without making it complicated. “Can I wait to answer that until we get better acquainted?” Until he had the guts to tell George about his wolf.
    George studied him for a moment then nodded. “Promise you’ll answer it though?”
    “I promise. Can I ask you something now?” Tank shoved his hands in the front