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anyway.”
    “Seriously? I can’t even believe….”
    Kenzie was having her first romp in Las Vegas now that she was old enough, by American standards, to drink and carouse. It just wasn’t like her to be spoiled about it. And Apex wasn’t even the place Angie had made dinner reservations for the girl and her bodyguard. Angie was going to get an earful about that after all the strings she’d pulled at the other restaurant.
    A few minutes later, the Apex host was pointing out a group at the best table in the amber-lit dining room, with the best view of the city lights. With the full house and the bustling staff blocking her view, Angie had gotten all the way to the table before she realized she was expecting to deal with the wrong Ferguson.
    Calum Ferguson tilted his head and perked that brow and that one-corner smile of his at Angie. Sitting there in his black evening suit, hair falling in devil-may-care waves over one brow and along one hard-contoured cheekbone, he looked so handsome it made both her chest and pussy ache. It was the look on his face and his penchant for causing her trouble that made her head ache.
    Angie knew there were other people sitting at the table, but she couldn’t even look at them. She couldn’t focus on anything but Calum, through a red haze of rage and unanswered need.
    “You mangy fur ball.”
    Those were firing words, something in the back of her head told her. Assuming she’d said it loudly enough for anyone besides Calum to hear. When Calum just kept smiling and handed her his plate, she had to wonder if she’d spoken out loud at all.
    “Ah, there we are. You’ll take this back to the kitchen for us, won’t you? Between the waiter and the chef, they just canna seem to get this right. But you will, won’t you, lass?”
    Calum Ferguson was treating Angie… like wait staff? Lucky for Angie and Calum both that she could only stand there speechless and numb with astonishment for a moment. Those few seconds were long enough for Monsieur Black, watching her, to enter Angie’s peripheral vision before she was uncontrollably tempted to put the perfectly good contents of the plate over the top of his lordship’s silky, sandy brown hair.
    Instead, using every single solitary ounce of restraint she had left, to preserve her job and what little dignity she had to her name, Angie nodded stiffly. “Right away, sir. Our apologies for the inconvenience.”
    Angie pivoted sharply and made for the kitchen without finishing her statement— for the inconvenience to the restaurant staff of not being allowed to throw Alpha Fucking Lord Calum Fucking Ferguson through that window to see if wolves landed on their feet as well as cat shifters did.
    But in the kitchen, Angie burst through the doors and slung the plate down on one of the long, stainless steel prep tables with such force that it slid, spinning, all the way to the other end. Without breaking it or sending it over the edge. That was fucking finesse, Angie thought, taking satisfaction where she could find it.
    “Not again!” The chef said in a monstrous bellow. He didn’t even have to ask which table had sent the plate back to him.
    “No, no.” Angie raised her hand to stay the chef’s temper. “Don’t do anything. Don’t fix anything. Let me handle it. I just need to… to step back here and break a few plates.”
    As Angie headed back behind the kitchen prep space to one of the lesser used storage areas, with plating items they typically used for budget-minded banquets, the chef snorted. “The cheap ones are on the left by the fire exit. Break a few for me.”
    Good as it would have felt to shatter dish after dish against the floor, pretending it was Calum’s head, Angie was just slumped over a counter with her own head in her arms trying to contain herself—when that voice intruded on her breathing exercises.
    “It seems I still get to you as badly as you get to me,” Calum said.
    Angie’s head popped up from her arms.