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best pout, pleased when she laughed. It lit her whole face up, taking her from merely pretty to stunning.
    “Tomorrow night works better for me.”
    He smiled, thrilled he’d gotten a yes out of her so easily. “Tomorrow it is, then.”
    She took a reluctant step back, the look on her face full of regret and pleasure. “I have to go.”
    He understood how she felt. He didn’t want her to go either, but she had to work, while he was on vacation. If their roles were reversed he’d hope she wouldn’t resent his business for pulling his attention away from her. “Go. I’ll catch you later.”
    “I hope so.” She looked startled for a moment, as if she hadn’t meant to say that out loud. She cleared her throat before straightening her shoulders. “’Bye, Steve. Enjoy the breakfast buffet. The coffee is to die for, and I’m betting you’ll love the apple turnovers.”
    God, she was adorable. “Thank you. Have a good day, Graciela.”
    He watched her walk away, her stride businesslike rather than seductive, and wondered why he had the urge to follow wherever she led him.
    He grinned. He might not have gotten the dinner date he’d hoped for tonight, but if Graciela was going to be dancing naked in the woods, Steven Hoode was going to be there.

Chapter Three
    Oh, God. Who in the hell had given Belle and Dave helium? The two of them were sucking on balloons and singing the Chipmunks’ Christmas song at the top of their lungs. The big, bad Alpha was laughing so hard he couldn’t get the Pack meeting started, while the rest of the Pack looked on indulgently.
    Of course, to absolutely no one’s surprise, the Luna had taken on the role of Alvin.
    Chela could feel the Pack, the affection they held for both their Luna and their Beta as the two sang their hearts out in the squeakiest voices she’d ever heard. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of the bolder members got Belle a crap-ton of Hula-Hoops for Christmas. Dave consistently found ways to make the Alpha pair seem more accessible to the rest of the Pack, even if that meant he stood out in the snow, sucking down helium like it was chocolate-coated Ben.
    Speaking of the Marshal, he wasn’t watching his mate and their Luna make idiots out of themselves. Nope. He was staring at Chela with the oddest expression on his face. “What?”
    “Steve is your mate?”
    She sighed. She should have known. “Belle told Rick, Rick told Dave, Dave told you?”
    He blinked. “Uh. Something like that.” He eyed her warily. “So. Is he or isn’t he?”
    “He is.”
    He sighed happily. “Thank fuck. I’ve been trying to convince Rick to make him Pack, but he keeps turning me down. There’s no way he can deny a mating, though.”
    “So you’re okay with me mating your friend?”
    Ben grinned. “More than. For one thing, it will get rid of that stupid jealousy Dave still has for the man.”
    Chela frowned. “I haven’t felt any jealousy from Dave in months.”
    “Really?”
    The relief in his voice was unmistakable. “Nope. He’s good. He knows you love him.” She wouldn’t tell Ben how, for the first couple of months after they mated, she and Dave had had long talks about Ben. She’d had to reassure the Beta more than once that Ben adored the ground Dave walked on. There wasn’t anything Ben wouldn’t do to make Dave happy.
    “So. About Steve.”
    Almost anything, anyway. Ben’s best friend was off-limits, but at least she’d managed to convince Dave that the candle flame of affection Ben felt for Steve was nothing to the bonfire of his love for Dave. “What about him?”
    “We’ll need to let Rick know officially that he’s your mate.”
    Ugh. Sometimes Chela agreed with the Luna when it came to Wolf traditions. Some of the Pack’s more formal practices drove her nuts. For instance, Dave’s sister Gina would never have been able to abuse Chela if they’d been a Puma Pride rather than a Wolf Pack. Gina would have been given the boot well before the