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was the perfect person to get insight from, if anyone could offer one. He was a friend of Marco’s. He had dated a sorceress at some point. He was an alpha werewolf, and he was a man. He was also a good listener and as we talked I understood why Marco trusted him so much.
    By the time we pulled back up in front of the house, I’d told him the story from every angle I could think of. I’d even told him about Mathias and his warning. There was more to Sam than a friendly smile, and if you looked carefully you could see the wisdom in his dark eyes. If eyes were truly the windows to the soul, then Sam had seen a lot.
    “Well, I don’t think his warning was about Marco in particular,” he said finally. “I think it was about everybody. I also don’t think he meant the word love like you do. See, there’s a fine line between what The Seducer calls love and everybody else calls sex.”
    “Good point. I knew that it was about sex, but I thought he was talking about an emotional connection, too.”
    “I think he was. But, take Alfred for instance. You said you loved him, right?”
    I nodded.
    “But, have you taken on any of his characteristics? Do you like any of the things he likes that you didn’t like before?”
    “No. Are you saying if I sleep with him that might change?”
    “I think that’s what Mathias meant.”
    “Son of a bitch,” I said. “I was afraid of that.”
    “Darlin’ wizards never give a straight answer. And every answer they do give has at least three different meanings.
    That’s why people think they’re so damn mysterious and wise. I just think they’re indecisive.”
    I laughed. “Come on, Sam. Let’s get something to eat.”
    —
    I felt better after talking things over with Sam. He’d helped to clarify several things that I’d already begun to suspect, mostly about myself. I’d told him what Marco and I had decided about going on with our lives and he agreed with me that that was best. He said that way I wouldn’t have to wonder what might have happened with Alfred. Even if things didn’t work out, at least I wouldn’t have to wonder. I agreed with him. I’ve always said in the time it takes to wonder, you could know. But, I still missed Marco.
    Every night I had to meditate in order to fall asleep. In my mind Mathias let me know we had interpreted his warning correctly, but I was still over complicating things.
    “Tomorrow will come if it was meant to, whether you like it or not.”
    I also figured out, with Sam’s help, that part of the reason I missed Marco so much was because I’d felt the pack through him. Most pack members lived near one another because of the security and comfort that being near other wolves brought them.
    He said that was part of the reason I was experiencing ‘withdrawals’.
    “But, you’re a werewolf,” I pointed out.
    “Yes,” he said, “But, I’m not from your pack. See, you felt Marco’s pack through his connection to them. They are all tied to their alpha and when you hold him you feel their link.”
    “They’re not my pack.”
    “Maybe not, but they’re his....”
    “He’s not mine,” I interrupted and it hurt to say out loud.
    “If you say so.”
    —
    When it was time for the hearing, Sam and I decided to rent some movies and try not to think about it. We went to one of the local video stores and selected a variety of westerns. In all honesty, we both looked at the drama section but thought getting all emotional at that point would be counterproductive. Nothing like watching a good old fashioned ‘shoot em’ up’ western.
    The clerk, who was used to seeing me with either Alfred or Kat, gave Sam a rather rude appraisal. I had known the girl since I was thirteen, and I didn’t like her any better with age.
    She kept giving him dirty looks, so I finally said, “Is there a problem, Lola?”
    She kind of snorted before answering, “Who’s your friend?”
    “What does it matter?”
    There was no denying the nastiness in my