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through the doorway. “Was it your bedroom window?”
    “Yes, dad.”
    He leaned over her mother and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.
    “You are okay, though?” He sniffed her hair and a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Why do I smell a bear on you? Was it a bear?”
    “No, dad. The stalker is a wolf. The bear was at the wedding last night.”
    “There was a bear at the Demakis wedding?” Her mom’s mouth was hanging open. The shocked expression was quickly replaced with a suspicious one. “Why is his scent on you?”
    “We danced.” Margaret took a step back. “Can we please focus on the fact that some strange man was watching me sleep last night?”
    “Yes, yes, of course, honey. Keith, you and the boys go up and check the bedroom. Margaret and I will get some coffee and breakfast started.”
    Her dad grunted, but the three males hurried up the stairs without another word. One of her cousins gave her a sideways grin though and a thumbs-up. And Kyle gave her a suggestive wink.
    Horn dogs.
    “Kyle, Allan, do not encourage your cousin. It was just a dance at a wedding,” her mother hollered after the disappearing boys. Nothing got past Rachel Taylor’s scrutinizing eyes.
    Shaking her head, she followed her mother into the kitchen.
    In no time at all there were eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancakes started. The smells from the kitchen would rival any breakfast diner in town.
    As expected the doorbell rang several more times over the course of the next twenty minutes. More cousins and pack members file into her house, each with well wishes and promises to eliminate the intruder. Most of them grabbed a plate on their way back downstairs from her bedroom. Thank goodness she kept her fridge stocked to feed an army at a moments notice.
    Her father entered the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
    “We are going to start in the alley behind your house. See if we can track his vehicle. You mom is going to stay with you. Don’t leave the house.”
    “I won’t, Dad. Thanks,” she answered and gave him a hug. “She might want to go home and get dressed once after Maggie gets here.”
    “That’s fine,” he said and turned to his wife, “Rachel, hon, stay here until Maggie arrives. The wolf is an outsider. I don’t like it. He had no business in a pack neighborhood without announcing himself.” The tone of his voice spoke to a degree of discomfort Margaret didn’t hear often. He was holding something back.
    “I will,” her mother replied, pouring several more circles of pancake batter onto the sizzling skillet.
    Commotion and growling at the doorway after a heavy knock seemed uncalled for and Margaret hurried from her father’s side to the foyer. Scott and Maggie stood arguing with one of her cousins about who was going to tear who’s head off if they weren’t allowed inside.
    “Allan, let them in.” She took another step toward the door and met Scott’s gaze. He brushed past the bristling young wolf and pulled her into his arms. No one spoke, but the rumbling growls from every male in the house vibrated off the walls.
    She could have cared less. Big strong arms wrapped tightly around her. His scent filled her nostrils and she sighed contentedly. He came. She snuggled deeper into his soft silk dress shirt. Damn, the man knew how to dress nice. Here she was in a t-shirt and yoga shorts. Not even a bra. No make-up. Her hair was in a pony-tail.
    He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and released her. “How are you? Maggie filled me in about what happened.”
    She glanced briefly around. The growling had not ceased, but he was talking to her as if no one else was in the room. He was concerned only for her well-being. In all honesty, he probably wasn’t worried about being attacked by her family. Most of it was just posturing anyway.
    “Margaret?”
    She turned and met his gaze. “I’m okay, just a little freaked out.” Looking back at her dad, she frowned. “Can you please cut it