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around."
    “No one has noticed a wolf wandering around."
    “Well, maybe it's not a normal wolf,” Bill said.
    “What else could it be? What the hell's normal for a wolf anyway?"
    Meg smiled to herself at the sudden vision she had of the two young men, old and grizzled in fifty years, still arguing on barstools inside her place. She made her way down the length of the bar, checking other costumers, when she heard a remark that had her whipping her head around in shocked disbelief.
    “Maybe it's a werewolf,” Bill joked.
    The men around him laughed, and Meg tried to appear calm and steady her pulse. Her gut feeling was that maybe it was a werewolf stalking the forest. And Darius was one of them. No wonder he made her feel hunted. She was certain he wasn't a killer, though he seemed capable of it. For some crazy reason she couldn't begin to explain, she felt safe with him. Physically at least, she was sure she was safe with him. Her heart was another matter.
    The bar was beginning to clear out and a quick glance at her watch showed the hour pushing closing time. Twenty minutes till two. The last two servers on duty were herding out the lingerers, gathering glasses to wash, and lifting chairs onto empty tables. Meg filled the time restocking the bar. She was pushing Bill and Chuck out the door when the phone rang. Glaring at it, she debated not answering. At some point during the night she had accepted there were werewolves in her town and that her new lover was one of them. On top of that, she was involved with this man whether she liked it or not. He was bossy and arrogant and he had left her hanging all night. He didn't really think she was the kind of woman who would stand for that kind of treatment, did he?
    She sighed and grabbed the phone before the machine could pick up.
    “What do you want?” she snapped.
    There was a pause before he answered, “Do you always answer the phone like that?"
    “Only when it's you, Darius,” she said sweetly.
    “I didn't notice you had caller ID on any of the phones in the bar."
    “I don't. I knew it was you. Didn't I mention that I know things? I'm a witch. Remember?"
    The servers swept and mopped, in a hurry to clock out. They caught Meg's glance and waved as they left.
    “Look, I'm closing up. Can we argue later? I have a hot tub at home calling my name."
    She felt a sudden flare of desire and knew she was picking it up from Darius. It jumpstarted her own libido.
    “How ‘bout I meet you there?” he asked. “I have a couple of things I need to do first. We'll meet in say, in 30 minutes?"
    In for a penny, in for a pound. “Sure. Thirty minutes."
    She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag and locked up.
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    Chapter Four
    Her little house was on the edge of the swamp, set far off the road and backing up to the wood line. It was a log A-frame. The master bedroom and bath were in the loft and the bottom floor was an open kitchen-living room combination, with a half-bath tucked to one side. A porch wrapped around the entire place. She had seen it and fallen in love with the back deck, with its weathered redwood planks and built in bench seats. And the hot tub.
    Today was definitely a hot tub day. She pulled into her drive dreaming of warm bubbles, but food came first. She'd ignored dinner. Hard to get interested in food when your sex drive had your stomach tied up in knots.
    She pulled out the two steaks she'd left marinating in the refrigerator that afternoon, not even trying to fool herself into thinking her reason for marinating two was because they came two in the pack. She wrapped two potatoes, put them in the oven to bake and started for the stairs so she could take a quick shower. She'd love a long soak, but she wanted answers out of Darius first. Somehow she doubted she'd get them in the hot tub, and he'd be at her house soon.
    Before she could get to the shower, his car turn into the drive and her pulse kicked up. She met Darius at the door and opened it wide for him to