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to talk me into this mating?”
    “Bit soon, isn’t it?” Boden disappeared in the house, came back out a moment later with two cold beers. “I know we need brides, but you just met a girl. No one said you had to rush things. Though, if you aren’t interested, let me know. I think I’d like a stab at her.” Boden grinned. “Literally.”
    Liam growled, the involuntary rumble tearing from deep in his chest and startling them both. Boden held up his hands, one clutching the sweating can. “Hey, no foul. Clear field, bro. Just let me know if you decide to step back.”
    “She’s mine.”
    Boden saluted him with the can. “You should probably tell her that, then. Humans don’t do the whole mate on first sniff thing.”
    Liam turned on his heels, storming into the house. The floorboards creaked. They were refinished, carefully buffed into gleaming warm life, but the original wood still creaked. Especially under his weight. A few colorful woven rugs were scattered in each room, absorbing some of the shock.
    He entered his state of the art kitchen where he kept the house phone. He was old fashioned like that- he still believed in having an actual home phone number. Liam snatched it up from the black base, opening a drawer to withdraw a small notepad. He’d already talked the YWCA director into giving him Meredith’s phone number- just in case he needed to reach her for business purposes over the weekend.
    Dialing, broad knuckles rapping against the granite counter.
    “Hello?”
    “Meredith.” He managed, barely, to rein in the snap of his voice.
    “Mr. Conroy?”
    He gritted his teeth. “Liam. Look, I want to talk to you about your proposal.”
    “Okay,” she said slowly. “I’ll be in the office Monday at the usual time.”
    “No. I want to see you tonight.”
    “Mr.-Liam- I don’t think-”
    “Don’t think. I’ll be at the Y at 9pm. Meet me in the kitchen.”
    He hung up before she could say anything else, mind skipping ahead in the day. Plotting, planning. Deciding on how best to seduce one half shy, half suspicious human woman. And making it seem like it was all her idea.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    4
     
     
     
     
     
    Meredith wasn’t sure if Liam’s call was a good sign, or an ominous one.
    Granted, she didn’t really know him… but he had sounded strange. Brusque and strained at the same time. She wondered if it was safe to meet him alone at night, and debated leaving a message for her mother.
    But despite her unease over the apparent quickness of his decision- she assumed that’s why he wanted to meet- she didn’t feel as if Liam were dangerous. At least, not dangerous dangerous . Whether or not he threatened her as a woman remained to be seen. She would have to be on her guard, hide her reluctant attraction and remain focused on business. Make sure her heart and body stayed out of his reach.
    Her yellow Dotson coughed into the parking lot five minutes before their meeting time. The only other vehicle present was the slick SUV she’d noticed the other day.
    After unlocking the building’s side door and walking through the halls, she stuffed her hands into her jeans to hide the slight tremble in her fingers. She supposed she could blame it on her morning coffee. Being caffeine sensitive, if she drank more than a cup her body would go haywire. But she’d poured more milk into the mug than coffee, so knew she couldn’t make that excuse.
    Shouldering the double doors of the commercial kitchen open, Meredith stopped short. The sizzle and scent of meat and spices seduced her nose. She inhaled, stomach rising to attention and wagging its tail. Food. Real food, not the single gal meals she threw together when fresh produce was scarce. Liam turned slightly, intense eyes spearing her with a brief look.
    “Sit down,” he said, indicating a table with his chin. She followed the motion, noticing he’d taken a table from the attached break room and placed it along a wall,