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explain that he wasn’t going to stay long, he’d had a place to live and a job.
    For a second Tim thought he heard that growl again, but the sheriff was only staring at him, the familiar frown darkening his expression.
    “I can’t live with you,” Tim finally answered. “But I’m sure your house is, uh, nice.”
    Sheriff Neri didn’t respond to that pathetic attempt at manners, which probably meant the invitation was something to do with the town, or, of course, some damn instinct . After all, the sheriff had made the offer before, and there was another were already living in the sheriff’s house in the woods with him—because the town of Wolf’s Paw wasn’t just some touristy, werewolf-centered resort, it was also some kind of sanctuary for lost weres.
    “Don’t worry about it,” the sheriff said, as if Tim had said something, when Tim was reasonably sure he hadn’t, not out loud anyway. As Tim was relearning, weres didn’t always use words to speak. Tim frowned into the sheriff’s lickable face and tried to silently communicate independence and confidence. The sheriff gave him another intent stare. If Tim didn’t know it was the sheriff of a goddamn town full of werewolves in front of him, he’d have said the man was hesitant. “Just be careful.”
    Tim couldn’t decide what to call the flavor of the sheriff’s scent. He was debating between wood-burning pizza oven and the skin on the inside of his wrist after he jacked off, which was the closest thing to what sex tasted like that Tim knew, except for the taste of his own come, and that he knew because he was werewolf and the urge to lick wasn’t something he denied when he was alone. Things rarely tasted gross to a were’s tongue, but even so Tim had a feeling the taste of sex and come on Nathaniel’s skin would be divine.
    He tried to stay focused on the conversation, but all he could seem to notice was how the sheriff’s chest moved as he breathed heavily in and out. “Me?” Tim remembered to speak again. “I have no need to be careful. First sign of anything and I’m out of this weird, flea-bitten, sex-obsessed town.”
    “So you’ve said,” the sheriff remarked and stepped abruptly away, taking his face and his eyes and his mouth with him. Tim stopped imagining his tongue and his fingers and his dick in that mouth and tried to calm down by thinking of the things the sheriff would likely do to him if he tried anything, if the man didn’t die laughing first. He waited until the sheriff was across the café at the counter and then took the longest, steadiest breath of his life.
    His life that he hated. Like this town. Like the moon. Like alpha weres who had to know what they did to Tim and came around anyway out of some misguided pack mentality.
    Tim was small, but he wasn’t a follower. He was a lone wolf by inclination. He clutched at the charms he always wore around his neck, the ones designed to help keep him hidden from any forms of Seeking magic, and reached out for the cleaning rag without taking his eyes off the sheriff’s back. His heartbeat was so out of control it almost felt like he was hearing two hearts, both of them wild and scared.
    Carl coughed significantly.
    “Shut up,” Tim told him in a firm voice. He ignored Carl’s offended harrumph and went over to dust the bookshelves, a job that, coincidentally, took the sheriff out of Tim’s line of vision and gave Tim time to calm down.
    A few moments later, Robin’s Egg brought an absolutely massive plate with an open-face roast beef sandwich on it, fries on the side, all of it smothered in brown gravy. It was a freaking platter of food. Robin’s Egg winked and called it “The Full Moon Special.”
    She didn’t need to say anything for Tim to understand that the sheriff had ordered more food than usual for Tim’s lunch, but Tim didn’t look up, because he didn’t want Carl to see his red face.
    “It’s perfect,” he whined. The food would definitely satisfy at