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God, pouted. And his cock hardened. Damn. She was going to have them wrapped around her little fingers in no time.
    “By the way, I teach at Bravo Elementary too, so…welcome.”
    Anna scrunched her nose. “If I don’t find someplace to live, I won’t be teaching there at all.” Her imploring gaze lifted to search both of their faces. “I was supposed to start over in that house. He just gave me his key on Friday, said, ‘here, have the house. We don’t need it.’ And I was going to bleach away all traces of Candy Apple and live there for good, not just on the weekends, and I came to plant a tree Peter always said I couldn’t put there, and then I find you there, living in my house with your barbecue pit on my deck, and my apartment’s lease is up in less than a week, and I just got this job, and now I have no place to live and no tree in the yard of my perfect house with my perfect windows looking out over the perfect lake.”
    She gave a girly squeal of a sob, fell sideways onto the arm of the couch, and Marc shared an identical what-the-hell-are-we-supposed-to-do-with-that look with Colton, because never in all his thirty-three years had he ever had to deal with this kind of problem.
    And the small, pale woman with blonde hair spilling over her reddened, puffy, crying face with fathomless blue eyes made ever brighter by the tears, was all theirs.
    To have and to hold until death do them part in eighty or ninety years, God willing.
    What the hell else could he do?
    He bent over, took her face in his palms, and kissed her.

Chapter Three
    Anna nearly swallowed her tongue. She would have had it not been tangled up with his. A stranger.
    But he’s a teacher at the school. He can’t be that bad, can he? Who would trust a bad man with small children? Not to mention the rugged good looks. Dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, cheeks touched by the sun, and a nose that had obviously been broken at least once before.
    He tasted minty and smelled sooo good. His tongue slid deeper, a tad roughly against hers as if he were trying to take in as much of her as he could. She leaned into him, tilting her head to the side, giving him better access and so she could taste him better. It wasn’t until her own moan broke the otherwise silence that she paused and came to her senses.
    She jerked back, and mortified, stared at him. He grinned cockily back at her.
    “What was your name again?” She remembered Marc something or other, but she also wanted to make a point. She didn’t know him from Adam. When his face fell, it was all she could do not to laugh.
    “Marc.” His growled response came as he rose, giving her space once again.
    Not that either of them were really giving her space. And what was up with that? Talk about crowding someone’s personal zone. They both stood at her feet, arms crossed over their chests, waiting for her. Albatross was the opposite of Marc’s pale, sandy looks. He had darker, more chocolate-colored hair that stuck up in spikes around his head and hazel eyes. He also had a scar above his right brow, something she didn’t remember seeing back at the house, not that she’d been paying much attention to anything other than Peter having lied to her, the utter bastard.
    What they were waiting for her to do, she had no clue.
    “Am I still under arrest?” If they weren’t going to move, that was their problem. She wouldn’t let them cow her.
    This time the other one spoke. Albatross. “You never were under arrest.”
    “The circles on my wrists beg to differ. And he read me my rights.”
    “He said that you made him.” Marc’s lips curved at the corners.
    He gasped and she suddenly found her right wrist shackled in his big paw. Tender, yet shackled all the same. Come to think of it…paw might be an accurate description. Was Detective Albatross a wolf?
    “Are you a shifter?” Aw, shit. Floor, just swallow me now, please. Anytime. Yoo-hoo.
    The whites of Albatross’s teeth showed with his grin as