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No question—Kenna would grill her mercilessly. But it looked like she planned to wait until tomorrow, after Lizzie’s meeting with John.   

Chapter 5
    John trotted towards Lizzie’s house. Last night he’d come too early ; her dogs and a neighbor’s dog had barked in alarm at his approach. Her dogs were a mild nuisance. They’d been convinced he was a critter, not a human, as he’d sat and talked with their owner on the porch. John’s muzzle widened in a toothy grin. Not a squirrel, boys.
    Tonight, he’d waited until well into the night when they’d all be asleep. If he was quiet and had a little luck, he should be in and out without disturbing humans or animals.
    His nails made a quiet clicking sound on the sidewalk, so he moved over a few feet to the grass. He stopped, nose pointed into the wind. His human nose was sharp but practically useless in comparison to his wolf’s. He inhaled deeply, letting each puff of wind bring with it a vivid picture in his mind. Humans, exhaust, car oil, gas, cat urine, garbage. A hint of coyote, not recent. The neighborhood cats should be thankful. His visits would keep the coyotes away for several days. He chuffed in amusement. One whiff of werewolf and they’d probably consider this a no-go zone for a while.
    Then he caught it, and his amusement vanished. That most intriguing smell, Lizzie. Naïve, uncooperative, annoying Lizzie. He caught her scent as he came closer to her house and the hair on his neck and back stood on end. Not unlike the moment when she’d first opened her front door to him. Pale skin framed by dark curls, and light eyes framed by darker lashes. Only later had he noticed her eyes were blue. His first thought had been focused more on perfect, creamy, pale skin. As her T-shirt slipped to one side, his eyes had strayed to her bare shoulder and lower, where just a hint of the upper curve of her breast showed. And then he’d remembered why he was there and had shoved his foot inside the door, determined she’d hear him out.
    He shook his head and gave a short huff to clear his nose. He wanted to run. To stretch his legs and tear through the open spaces. But he was here for a very specific purpose. He turned back in the direction of Lizzie’s house and continued up the road.
    As he approached her house , he lowered his head closer to the ground. He altered his path, moving from curb, to grassy edges, to shrubs, up to the garage door, then front door. He covered all of the crevices, edges, and areas of denser cover where scent might linger.
    Satisfied, he continued to her neighbors’ homes. He set off a few motion sensor lights, delaying his progress slightly as he waited them out in the shadows or shrubs. Once he’d covered the area five houses deep, he was confident of his findings. No other Lycan had been near her house, at least not for the last week or two.
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    Lizzie slept fabulously. She had some vague recollection of a dream involving an overgrown Spencer look-alike, but no details remained. It must have been a pleasant dream. She woke up early and refreshed, which would hardly happen if she’d been having nightmares. And anyway, why would she have a nightmare about Spencer? He was a complete cuddle bug.
    Tea at her elbow, she was in her home office typing away on her computer in record time. By the time her appointment with John was nearing, she’d made good progress. She’d earned the long lunch she’d be taking today. Without stopping to analyze her exceptionally good mood, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
    Lizzie arrived at Full English a few minutes before eleven o’clock.

Chapter 6
    All signs pointed to Lizzie’s complete ignorance of Lycan. John needed to tell her about the pack. He couldn’t fully explain the purpose of the book if she didn’t know about them, about magic. But he certainly couldn’t tell her here. He looked around at the handful of customers.
    Turning back to his coffee, he took a sip. He’d never