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finding ways of getting him to notice her? And then recently she’d begun to consider blatantly seducing him.
    And tonight she hadn’t had to do a thing. He’d come to her. Fallen right into her lap, so to speak. It was all kind of overwhelming and crazy really.
    But she was a big enough woman to give credit where credit was due, and that credit was due to the randomness of some stranger named Stan.
    She’d been kind of awful to him at the end of the night, but he’d been on her last nerve. Getting all in her face and judgmental on who she was flirting with.
    She should’ve thanked him, not ripped him a new one. Clearly Stan had awakened Leaf’s dormant feelings for her.
    Leaf could’ve been sitting in the passenger seat of her car right this moment. Kissing her again. Begging her to take him inside the house…
    So why isn’t he here ?
    That question had run rampant in her brain the entire five-minute drive home. She wasn’t sure she had the answer. Maybe she’d built up expectations in her head, but the first kiss between her and Leaf had been a little tepid, and that was being generous.
    And then there was the way he’d just groped her breast like they were fifteen and in some dark hallway at high school. Again, it hadn’t felt right.
    Or maybe her mood had just been ruined by Stan—he’d distracted her, made her focus slip from Leaf. Yes, surely that had to be it.
    And now here she was, alone at home. Which was nothing new.
    She’d left a few lights on in the house, and it was the only thing besides the stars that lit up the inky darkness. She ran her gaze over the two-story, log-cabin-style house she’d bought three years ago. It wasn’t flashy, certainly not too big, and was secluded within the hills leading up to Yosemite.
    Her brother sure didn’t appreciate her isolated living conditions, though. Which was really his problem, not hers.
    When she climbed out of the car, she was hit by an unfamiliar sense of unease and froze. There was the distinct awareness that her nearest neighbor was several miles away and the trees and hills of granite on her property held too many shadows.
    She drew in a calming breath and strode quickly toward her house, keys clutched like a weapon in her fist.
    The crunch of her footsteps in the dirt driveway seemed almost obscenely loud, and she quickened her pace.
    When she reached her porch, the prickle of nervousness didn’t go away. In fact it had strengthened. Wrapping around her nerves with a chilly grip, leaving her palms damp and her pulse racing.
    Her wolf instinct was rarely wrong, and right now everything within her was screaming danger .
    Despite the fear driving her inside, she glanced over her shoulder into the darkness. It could’ve been an animal. Coyotes weren’t unusual on her property, but they never made her uneasy. Not with her blood being part wolf.
    She thrust her house key into the lock and the heavy sense of danger swelled to a cloying point.
    The moment the lock clicked open, she grabbed the handle and shoved open the door. She stumbled inside, her heart pounding as she feared whatever stalked her was so close she’d never get the door shut.
    She moved swiftly, turning and slamming it closed. She got the first lock twisted into place and then reached for the chain.
    Only when it was fastened did she rest her head against the door and close her eyes. Waited for the anxiety to fade.
    But the icy grip of fear stayed coiled around her, and as she stared at the floorboards, the hairs on the back of her neck lifted.
    Something isn’t right.
    Sage reached into her purse and closed unsteady fingers around her cell. Maybe she’d just call her brother.
    She turned away from the door and shrieked. The large, calloused hand that slammed over her mouth smothered her cry of fear.
    Her eyes rounded as she was shoved firmly back against the door.
    “Don’t move. Don’t make another sound.”
    Oh crap! Crap. How had she not realized he was in the house, not