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"What do you want to know?"
She took a deep breath and smelled the wood and spice coming from his skin. Her heightened senses could tell a lot about a man or a woman. Except with him...
"For starters. What are you?"
His body stiffened and he began to pull away. She grabbed his hand and held it to her shoulder. "Whatever you say stays here. I'm not interested in hurting you. I just need to know you're safe."
"I'm safe. I have no dog in this game as they say."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means that whatever you're afraid of has nothing to do with me. That makes me a safe zone."
She smiled to herself. "Are you avoiding the question?"
A little growl formed in his chest and vibrated against her back. Surprisingly that sensation soothed her agitated bear.
"I'm a wolf. You know that already. We saw each other in shifted form out at he lake."
God that felt like forever ago not just earlier today. Although she remembered it like it was only a few minutes ago. "You're more than wolf."
He sighed. "You really want to know?"
"I do."
This time he wrapped his arms around her waist and she settled her head against his chest. This touching thing was a little out of hand, but what the hell. It made her bear happy. She chuffed in her head again. Not just the bear...
"I'm not one hundred percent sure. My mother, a wolf, died in childbirth and never told anyone who my father was. As far as I know she was a full wolf, but from the looks of me, I'd guess my father was of mixed species. Maybe a bear, definitely something else too."
She turned in his arms and looked up at him. "Definitely bear. It's what makes you so big. But I think you're right. I smell something else but I can't figure it out. It's familiar and yet, not familiar. Whatever it is, it's driving me crazy."
"I'm driving you crazy?" He traced her bottom lip with a finger before lightly tugging on it.
"I may be naïve and a bit of an oddball. But I don't usually run screaming through town in a half shifted state. Something weird is happening."
"And you think someone is hunting you? Or is that part of the crazy?"
She shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge. "I thought we weren't talking about me yet?"
"I think we need to. If the thought of someone showing up looking for a missing shifter spooked you, I need to know why."
"Why? I am nobody. Nothing to you."
He grabbed her arms and pulled her tight, forcing her to look at him. "You aren't nobody. I don't know what the hell goes on in this town or what it's like where you come from, but women like you are precious and you damn sure deserve to believe that."
Tears sprang to her eyes at the fierce, almost scary determination stamped across his face. He had no idea and if he did he wouldn't be so anxious to be this close to her.
She came from a long line of stubborn, temperamental and unsophisticated bears who preferred to live in the past than in the present. If he thought this apartment was bad then the tiny shack she called home for the first twenty-two years of her life would disgust him.
"I need a glass of wine before this goes any further." She wriggled free from his hold and walked into the tiny kitchen in the corner of her one bedroom apartment. The place wasn't really that bad. In fact to her it was a palace.
Someone just needed to get off his high horse.
She reached into the cupboard and grabbed a paper cup. "Do you want some too?" she asked.
"Sure," he grumbled.
"I'd offer for you to have a seat and maybe watch some television, but ever since the cable guy came to hook me up I haven't been able to figure out how to use it. The remote control has so many buttons that none of it makes sense. I gave up on it the first night." Yes, she was rambling. But having this man in her apartment unnerved her. And made her want to squirm.
If he wasn't hunting her then why was he here? Her bear pushed at her skin. And why the hell did her inner beast keep wanting to get at him?
She grabbed the box of