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pulling his
face back to her with the slightly sticky touch of her small hand against his
cheek, the scent of chocolate and peanut butter reaching his nose. Her big eyes
were so dark, he could see the stars reflected in their depths—and yet there
were too many shadows lingering in her solemn gaze, and the pain in his chest
got sharper. Aiden swallowed against the tight knot of emotion in his throat,
but before he could say anything to reassure her, his phone started buzzing on
his hip. Olivia moved forward, taking Jamie from him, and he pulled the phone
from its case, thumbing the keypad as he lifted it to his ear.
    “S’up?” he grunted, knowing Kellan wouldn’t have been
calling unless there was trouble.
    “Get the hell out of there!” the Lycan shouted,
breathing hard as if he was running. “They’re closing in on you!”
    “How many?” he asked as he dug his truck keys from his
pocket, wondering if they had enough time to get out without having to fight.
    Before Kellan could respond, a series of stark,
guttural howls cut through the silent night…and Aiden had his answer.

CHAPTER THREE
    IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN a criminal offense for a man to
look…well, like this one did.
    As she watched him talking on the phone, Olivia
couldn’t stop staring, soaking up the physical details as if they were
something that would prove vital to her existence. Something she might someday
need in order to breathe…to live, which probably meant that she was completely
losing it. The Watchman was outrageously tall, towering well over six foot, his
mouthwatering body clearly made for fighting, as well as a multitude of sins.
All ones she was seriously wishing she had the courage to commit, no matter how
dangerous he looked.
    And he did look dangerous. With his long, wavy,
caramel-colored hair falling around his wide shoulders, golden skin and long,
corded muscles, he was her ultimate Celtic-warrior fantasy come to life,
complete with mesmerizing tattoos. The dark designs covered the backs of his
knuckles and his strong, sinewy forearms from wrist to elbow in a beautiful
blend of what looked like pagan symbols. She wanted to lean close and study the
intricate patterns. Trace them with the tip of her finger. Feel the strength of
his thick, ropy muscles and the heat of his skin beneath the touch of her hand.
    But unlike her fantasy lovers, Aiden Shrader was so
much more than a gorgeous, compelling hunk. Though she still didn’t know what
specific kind of shape-shifter he was, Olivia had seen the way his eyes had
changed as they’d argued, shifting from a gray-green hazel to a hot, glowing
amber. There was a primal, predatory edge to the way he moved, and her breath
caught as she recalled what it had felt like when he’d been pressing that
powerful body against hers, thrusting heavily between her thighs. The erotic
friction had been so overpowering…so achingly delicious, she’d nearly gone
screaming over the edge, and her face burned with the thought, even as her
conscience argued that she must be out of her ever-loving mind.
    Stranger danger, you pleasure-starved idiot. Ring any
bells?
    Not that he was acting like a stranger. No, he was
taking charge as if he’d been born to it, and God help her, Olivia was scared
and tired enough to let him, the past few weeks of horror and heartbreak
leaving her shaken and raw and needing a badass warrior she could rely on. He
looked the type that could handle anything, his muscles coiled hard and tight
beneath his golden skin, stretching the seams of his black T-shirt as he paced
before her, muttering into the phone about the howls being some sort of warning
to others that the Watchmen were there. His glowing amber eyes constantly
surveyed their surroundings, looking for danger, and she began to wonder about
things she simply didn’t have time to wonder about. She wanted to know if he
had a girlfriend, though she doubted it, the idea of monogamy probably
repugnant to a guy who threw off his