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it?”
    “Nothing, really. Except for his short stubby front legs, his very long back legs, and freakishly large head. His sloping back. And, of course, he’s missing an eye.”
    Sara returned, tragically with the dog. “And this is your Aunt Miki.” Miki stared down at the beast. “ Mik . This is Roscoe T. Budsworth .”
    “Roscoe T. Budsworth ? That’s the best you could do?”
    “That’s a wonderful name. It has prestige.”
    Zach looked down at the dog. “No matter what you call him that is still one ugly fucking dog.”
    Sara glared at Zach as she leaned over and covered up Roscoe’s long, floppy ears. “You be nice to him!”
    “You’re lucky I’m being nice to her.” Zach glared at Miki. “Later, Tinker Bell.”
    “Later, jackoff .”
    With one last glare, Zach walked out of the kitchen.
    Sara crouched down next to Roscoe and rubbed his shiny coat. “You told him to go fetch, didn’t you?
    “I didn’t actually use those words…”
    Chap ter Two
     
    Miki fell face first onto her bed. It was huge and so soft. Like sleeping on clouds. And it smelled wonderful. She buried her nose into the comforter and breathed in deep. Okay. She’d admit it. A body could get used to living like this. Easily.
    She’d spent the last four hours with Sara in the kitchen. They ate biscuits and drank buttermilk while playing with that amazingly sweet but disturbing-to-look-at dog.
    And not once had Conall stopped by. Which was good, dammit . No matter what Sara and Angelina thought, she wasn’t about to hook up with Conall Víga-Feilan , present-day Viking. No way. No day.
    She’d learned the hard way that love and sex and all the rest of it was bullshit. A distraction to the bigger picture. Her mother had been planning on college in the hopes of going to medical school. Then she’d met Miki’s father. One illegitimate baby later and she was working herself to death to put food on the table while her own mother took care of Miki. But Miki had no intention of going down that road. Ever. So her bigger picture was the next three days. Everything else would take a back seat to that.
    At the moment, the Pack was downstairs ordering Chinese food and Miki had taken the opportunity to come up to her room and take a shower. She felt grungy after her day in the airport and on the plane. And she still had a full night planned. They were all going to one of the Pack’s clubs for some serious dancing and partying. She’d tried to back out of it, but Sara had fought her hard. She kept insisting she needed to relax. But she couldn’t relax until she was done. And since she would probably only get two or three hours of sleep anyway, killing some time at a club couldn’t hurt.
    She thought about the Pack. They were all so sweet to her…except Zach. And they seemed to really love Sara…especially Zach. She got the feeling that life with the old Alphas, Yates and Casey, was a little too stifling for the Pack. Zach tossed around the phrase “free choice” a lot. And Sara didn’t like to be bothered with what everybody was up to as long as the Pack was protected.
    She realized now that she’d foolishly stayed away from her friend all these months. Being back with Sara, talking and bullshitting, was all she really needed to make her feel one hundred percent better. Now she felt ready to defend her dissertation and start her new life.
    But that was later. Right now Miki wasn’t ready to do too much of anything. So, still lying face down, she tried to kick off her shoes. But they were boots and she’d laced them up pretty tight. She grumbled in annoyance and for some idiotic reason still kept trying to kick one off with the help of the other, feeling way too lazy to actually get up and take her shoes off like a civilized person.
    But when she felt strong, firm hands wrap around her boot and begin to unlace it she started. She pushed herself up on her hands and looked over her shoulder. Conall was at the foot of the bed on his