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her head grew dizzy, her nipples tightened, scraping against his shirt as Jagger’s fingers just barely touched her skin.
    Just as their mouths almost touched again, the ringing of Jagger’s cell phone in his jacket pocket made them both jump, making Viv’s muscles clench in disappointment.
    He ran a wide hand over her bare back and apologized on a ragged sigh. “Sorry, that’s my emergency number. I have to take this.”
    Viv rolled off him with more reluctance than she cared to admit and scrambled for the towel she’d lost in their fall. “No worries. You get that, I’ll just go finish getting dressed.”
    She wrapped the towel back around her and zipped toward her bedroom, closing the door, her breathing uneven, her limbs shaky.
    God, he was sex on a stick. She’d done nothing more than lie on top of the man—granted, she was naked, but still, she’d been more turned on than she could ever remember.
    AJ and Kevin circled her ankles while she rooted in her closet for something to wear. Still unclear about where they were going.
    “I’m on my way,” Jagger reassured from behind the door.
    Damn. He probably had an emergency he couldn’t ignore. Disappointment settled in, but he was a doctor, emergencies were part of the deal.
    Knuckles rapped against her bedroom door, reminding her to put some clothes on. “Viv? I’ve got an emergency. I have to go.”
    She swallowed hard, still trying to compose herself. “I totally understand. You go. I hope everything’s okay.”
    “Why don’t you come with? JC tells me you’re really good at soothing frightened animals with all the rescuing you did back in Hoboken. I’d really appreciate an extra pair of hands. Do you mind?”
    She grinned, jamming her legs into her favorite pair of jeans and reaching for a tie for her hair. “I’d love to,” she responded, throwing a sweater over her head and grabbing her boots.
    Viv popped the door open to find Jagger towering there, his eyes amused. “You sure you don’t mind? It’s not exactly the kind of stuff first dates are made of.”
    She scoffed at him, slipping past his bulk to grab her coat and gloves. “Are you kidding? I live for this. If you couldn’t tell, I love animals. All animals. I’m happiest when I’m with them.”
    Jagger stared at her for a moment, one that felt long but was likely only seconds. “I like you, Vivienne Hathaway,” he finally said, as though it stunned him to like her.
    She beamed from the inside out as she wrapped a warm scarf around her neck. “Good thing, too. It will ease the crushing blow when I confess you brought me the wrong brand of ketchup.”
    Jagger barked a laugh, opening the front door and making a sweeping motion with his hand for her to exit. “After you, Miss Persnickety.”
    Her laughter echoed into the dark night as she tromped through the falling snow toward Jagger’s van, her heart warm, despite the frigid air.

Chapter 4
    V iv stroked the wiry gray hair of Mrs. Andersen’s Schnauzer, Leviticus, holding him as still as possible as Jagger inspected the large bite on his hindquarter.
    He looked up at her from across the sterile table in his van, his brown eyes full of concern.
    “It’s a pretty big mess, huh?” Viv remarked with her own brand of worry. She’d seen bites before, but never one as messy as this. Of course, she came from a city where there were no werewolves. “It tore up a good portion of his hindquarter.”
    Jagger nodded his head in agreement. “Damn right it’s a messy bite.”
    “I’m still unclear about shifter lingo, but can you smell anything on him? Like a scent from the attacker?”
    He shook his dark head. “Nothing—which is strange as hell. I don’t get it.”
    “Get what?”
    “Not just the lack of scent thing, but this is the second time I’ve had a call like this. This afternoon it was the Browns’ little dog, Mookie. Whatever it was got ahold of his paw before he managed to get away. Nothing serious, mind you, but