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regain rational thought. “But you’ve got to take me back to my car afterward, okay? I need to get moving.”
    “Deal.” Adam grinned and rocked back into his seat, turning the key in the ignition. The V-8 roared to life. He revved the engine a couple of times while he gripped the knob on the gearshift. His chiseled forearm muscles contracted, and I forced myself to look away when everything inside of me was attracted to him.
    The wind whipped my shoulder-length hair into a wild frenzy, and an unexpected smile curved my lips. I threw my head back and put my arms out, embracing the feeling of pure freedom that the crisp morning wind offered. Adam glanced over at me with a grin that gave me chills. His eyes were green, but right now they almost glowed, and where my skin was fair, his was tanned enough that his eyes and his teeth looked even brighter, dangerous.
    Closing my eyes, I welcomed the warm gusts of wind that tugged at my shirt and tangled my hair around my face. The sun felt like a cozy blanket, and I wanted to snuggle in it forever.
    My eyes popped open when Adam turned off the engine. Oh, God, did I fall asleep ?
    “I get tired after I change too.” He pulled the key out of the ignition.
    “Sorry about that. I was enjoying the ride.”
    He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re the first woman to ever take a ride in Chaney and enjoy it.”
    “Cheney?” I laughed and tried not to think about all the other women who sat in this seat before me. “You named your Jeep after Dick Cheney?”
    “No.” Adam grimaced. “Chaney, as in Lon Chaney.”
    “The Wolf Man?”
    He nodded with a grin. “That’s the one.”
    “Let me get this straight. You wear a silver bullet around your neck, your ring tone is Werewolves of London , and your Jeep is named Chaney after the first Wolf Man…” My voice trailed off as I stared over at Adam. He was still in the driver’s seat staring right at me with a sexy smile that derailed my train of thought.
    “No one believes in werewolves, and I’ve never had a problem with what I am. In fact, I’m proud of what I can do.” He got out of the driver’s seat and ran his hand along the curve of the steering wheel. “As long as we only exist in fiction, why live in fear, right?”
    A million reasons to hide popped in my mind. Being committed to a mental ward, or maybe studied like a lab rat, or hunted, or who knew what.
    Adam tipped his head toward the donut shop. “I’ve heard this place is great.”
    “You’ve never been here before?” I unfastened my seatbelt.
    “I can’t take you to any of my usual restaurants. If any of my Pack saw us together they’d catch your scent in a heartbeat.”
    The Pack. I’d almost forgotten about them.
    “Ahh…they wouldn’t like seeing you with a…” I hesitated. I couldn’t say it. “A girl like me?”
    Adam met my eyes and lowered his voice. “The only jaguars we’ve ever run into were bloodthirsty killers. My Pack would smell the cat in you and assume you were the same.”
    “So they’re racists.” Being the token foster kid all through school, I was used to being judged before anyone bothered to get to know me. Not fitting in was a constant for me, why not add being a flippin’ jaguar to the mix? Okay, it was possible I had a chip on my shoulder, but the thought that I would be judged and possibly killed because I smelled different pissed me off more than it frightened me.
    He blinked and frowned. “No, they’re not… I’m just trying to protect you.”
    “They don’t even know me, but you think they’d kill me on sight because of the way I smell? That’s beyond racist, it’s insane.”
    “They might not kill you, but they’d definitely want you to get out of town.”
    He was clearly backpedaling now. I shrugged and got out of the Jeep. “I’m planning on leaving town anyway.”
    He came around and met me at the front of the Jeep, his gaze demanding my full attention. “Leaving isn’t going to keep