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impressive sex nestled in a neat thatch of curly dark hair.
    A hysterical giggle escaped before she could stop it. Her wolf manscaped. How courteous, since he obviously didn’t have a problem with public nudity.
    “See something amusing?”
    The frown in his tone brought her head up and she studied his face for the first time. A single word whispered through her brain, made her shiver—lethal.
    If she hadn’t already known he was seriously badass, his looks confirmed the impression. He was no modelperfect pretty boy. His spiky black hair seemed to defy gravity, somehow arranging itself into an artfully messy style that reminded her of tangled sheets. Dark brows were arched above a prominent nose and full mouth with lush lips. His ears each bore a piercing of a shiny black stud. His jaw was strong, dusky with a five o’clock shadow, and a soul patch graced his chin. Normally, she preferred men without facial hair, but on this guy? It fit him.
    No, not pretty at all.
    Raw. Stunning. Untamed.
    He spoke, and it took her a second to realize he’d repeated the question. “No, not really. I was just thinking it’s so nice that you find time to stay well groomed. When you’re not tearing out people’s throats.” What am I saying? Shut up, idiot! “Are you going to do that to me?’Cause I gotta tell ya, I’m probably a little gamey. Really, really stringy and—”
    “Relax,” he said, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you. I heard you scream and I . . .” Suddenly he went rigid, staring deeply into her eyes. Lowering his hand, he grasped her wrist, his hold gentle but firm. His eyes glazed and he seemed to be looking beyond her somehow. Into her soul.
    “What are you doing?” She tugged, trying to pull free, hyperaware of the warmth of his palm, his manly scent. A mix of fresh leaves, the outdoors, and sweat. God, he smelled good.
    He shook his head, the weird moment broken. Just as quickly, his expression darkened, his mouth thinning in anger. “What are you hiding? Tell me what you stole from those bastards—the ones I killed to save your ass.”
    The blood drained from her face. Oh, shit. Did he work for them, too? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    His eyes were flinty. “Sure you do. Spill it.”
    “Fuck, man. What happened here? Can’t leave you alone for a goddamned hour.”
    Startled, Kira twisted and peered over the roof of her car to see two tall men—one redhead and one blond—step into the circle of light and eye the dead suits with grim expressions. The blond pushed a strand of silvery hair from his eyes and whistled.
    “Shit. Cleanup on aisle six.” His voice held a note of humor, and his expression was kind as he looked up, spotting her. “Ran into a bit of trouble, huh?” So it was the pissed-off guy with the long, dark auburn hair who’d first spoken.
    She nodded, windpipe shrinking to the size of a pinhole.
    “Well, don’t worry, honey. We’ll take care of you,” he said gently.
    Hours, make that days, of fear and worry caught up with her in a rush, and she was suddenly exhausted. The empathy from this stranger in the middle of all the chaos, not to mention the anger radiating from his two buddies, just about did her in. Tears stung her eyes and she struggled not to let them fall as her captor dragged her around the side of the car to meet his companions.
    “Don’t look at them,” he ordered her, nodding toward the sprawled bodies.
    Which, of course, made her look again. And almost get sick.
    “For God’s sake, Law, put on some damned clothes before my eyes bleed,” the redhead growled.
    “Yeah, well, it’s kinda hard not to lose the threads when we get furry, dickhead.”
    Get furry. We?
    Red cut her a sharp look. “She see you change?”
    “Affirmative.”
    “Oh, fantastic. You do realize Sweet Thing is now our special guest?” At Red’s venomous glare, she pressed backward, into the man who’d come to her rescue. “We.