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they think they were doing on her roof?
    Great. Now I have a bear pursuing me as his mate and a creepy wolf stalker watching me sleep.
    Funny thing was, all she wanted right now was Scott in her house. One whiff of a territorial grizzly would give any sane wolf pause. But she hadn’t gotten Scott’s number and he only had her work business card. Damn.
    The urge to go take a relaxing jog vanished.
    Her brain rattled through how to find him. She knew Chase would have it, but they were out of the country on their honeymoon. Maggie! A glance around her room reminded her she’d tossed her purse on the couch downstairs. She made a beeline for the stairs and hurried to her living room. Her purse was on the couch where she’d thrown it last night. Pulling it open, she grabbed her cell and clicked on Maggie’s number.
    Her friend picked up after the first ring. “Whaaat? It’s like, not even seven, Margareeeeeeet. I’m going to come over there and bite you.”
    “Maggie, wake up. My window was open when I woke and some stranger’s scent was on the windowsill.”
    A crash echoed from the other side of the phone line, followed by a stream of curses.
    “Okay, what?” Maggie asked.
    “Someone got my bedroom window open last night and was watching me sleep.”
    “A human?”
    “No, wolf.”
    “Did you recognize the scent?
    “No.”
    “Have you called your parents yet?”
    “No, I was hoping that you had Scott O’Hearn’s number.”
    “I thought you were avoiding him for a couple of days.”
    There was a definite snigger in Maggie’s voice. It didn’t matter. Every cell in her body said she needed that man at her side.
    “Creepy-stalker-guy has changed my mind. Somehow I just know I’ll feel better if he’s here.”
    “Of course you will. He’s your mate.”
    Yep, she’s definitely laughing at me.
    “That’s what my wolf keeps saying,” she sighed and leaned back in her couch.
    “I just texted him. I’m going to get dressed and come over to your house. Call your parents so they can at least check out the house and sit with you and until we get a better handle on the situation…and, Margaret, don’t leave.”
    “I won’t. I was going to go for a run, but I’m too creeped out right now.”
    “Good. Call your mom.”
    The line went dead and Margaret clicked her mom’s number. She picked up in seconds.
    “Honey?”
    “Mom, I need you and dad to come over. Someone got my window open last night and was watching me sleep.”
    “Oh, my! Keith!” her mom screeched.
    The line went dead again.
    What? Has everyone forgotten how to say ‘bye’? She tossed the phone over on the couch cushion.
    One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
    A rap on the front door signaled her mother had arrived. She walked to the door. Pulling it open, she couldn’t help but laugh. There was her mother, standing on the front porch in a fluffy pink robe, white furry slippers, and rollers in her hair. Her dad and two of her cousins were only a minute behind her, crossing the street while buttoning their shirts.
    She’d managed to convince her parents to let her buy her own place three years ago, the only stipulation was it had to be walking distance from them. It had been just her luck when the previous owners of this house decided to move into something bigger. It was every daughter’s dream to live across the street from her over-protective territorial father. Not. Most everyone in the pack lived in the same neighborhood, but they tried not to live directly across the street from their parents. She’d not had that luxury. When the house had gone for sale, her parents insisted. It was either that or stay at home.
    She’d bought the house.
    “Honey, are you okay? Did you see him? Did he hurt you?”
    She stepped aside as her mother rushed in, enveloping her in a hug.
    “No, mom. I’m fine, just creeped out.” She loosened herself from her mother’s death-grip.
    “Margaret, sweetheart,” her dad hurried