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seemed surprised.” He studied Julia, waiting for a comeback.
    Maria didn’t come to Julia’s defense. Which made him suspect Julia’s last name wasn’t Jones. Did she even work for Maria?
    Eyes narrowed, Julia immediately pursed that beautiful mouth of hers and didn’t say a word to refute his suspicion.
    Duncan stood by the car, waiting to see about the logistics of the situation. Most likely also to see how the scene played out between Ian and Julia.
    â€œLass?” Ian said, waiting for a response. He wasn’t used to being kept waiting, nor was he often lied to, but when she didn’t answer, he shook his head. “Do you have some ID?”
    â€œIn the rental car,” she said with a heavy sigh.
    He thought back to the flames consuming the car. “Convenient.” He deposited Julia in the backseat and said to Maria, “You can ride up front with Duncan and see the scenery.” While Ian enjoyed the scenery in the backseat. The spitfire, more like it.
    Duncan cast him an elusive smile, knowing that Ian rarely, if ever , sat in the backseat of any vehicle, and then he opened the front passenger door for Maria. She hesitated for a heartbeat and then climbed into the car, whereupon Duncan shut her door for her, and Ian closed Julia’s.
    â€œThey’re wolves,” Duncan said to Ian, as they walked around the back side of his car, his voice low so the women wouldn’t hear them.
    â€œAnd they are with the film crew,” Ian reminded him. He yanked open the car door, then slid inside next to Julia and closed his door.
    At once, he knew this was a mistake. The backseat was too small, and he was way too close to the object of his fascination. He felt another tug of desire as soon as he felt the heat and softness of her body when his leg touched hers in the small compact car, smelled her feminine fragrance, and heard her light breathing before the engine roared to life and they were on their way.
    With every intention of quashing the interest he had in her, he attempted a distraction and asked, “Where are you from?”
    Maria answered, “Los Angeles.”
    Duncan smiled in the rearview mirror as he looked back at Ian.
    â€œHave you been involved in making many movies?” Again, Ian asked this of Julia.
    And again Maria answered. But Ian didn’t listen closely to her response as she listed movie locations, movie titles, and more. She seemed to be the real deal when it came to her job and her role in this current film venture.
    He asked Julia, “How badly is your ankle sprained?”
    â€œIt’s fine,” Julia said quickly, as if she wanted to get the focus off herself.
    He didn’t believe her. She didn’t seem to be the kind of woman who would fake an injury to get attention. Yet he also knew sprains didn’t take long to heal, not with being a lupus garou . In due course she would be fine.
    â€œDid you sustain any injuries, Miss Baquero?” Ian asked.
    â€œBackache, sprained wrist. Nothing that won’t go away soon.”
    â€œDo you have anything for pain?” He asked because they had said they’d lost everything in the car.
    â€œWe’ll be fine.” Then Maria queried about the castle—when it was built and who all had lived there, and Duncan gave her a few agreed-upon details.
    Ian didn’t listen, as absorbed as he was in everything about Julia, the feel of her thigh pressed against his, all heat and softness, and the scent of her, sweet and feminine and tantalizingly teasing.
    â€œAre you coming to the meeting tonight?” he asked Julia.
    Julia’s gaze riveted on him, her half-shuttered eyes widening, her heartbeat quickening.
    â€œThe meeting that Maria said she was coming to with some of the other film staff,” he further explained when her luscious lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.
    â€œOh, yes, of course,” she belatedly answered.
    Maybe she was