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Harrington’s problem to sort out the various details and soothe ruffled feathers.
    Harrington laughed. “You’re a cheeky bastard.” There was the muffled sound of movement in the background. “Done. But you’ll have to deal with Lachlan. I hope, for your sake, he finds your situation amusing.”
    John raised an eyebrow at that. He’d have to do a little research on this security firm. Clearly, the man was some kind of magic-user, or Harrington wouldn’t have hired his firm. Some kind that wasn’t too concerned with Lycan.
    “As long as he keeps himself to himself, we’ll be fine,” John said dryly, and he hung up. He was in a good mood. His plan was moving along nicely.
    John still needed Lizzie’s flight information, but he’d be damned if he let Harrington know he was in the dark. He’d texted Max earlier for the information, and there was a good chance he’d come through. Max Thorton had some serious connections. He was one of the few men John knew who managed to not only stay friendly with his exes but actually be friends with them. And he always knew a guy, or had a friend, who could do whatever he needed. He knew that many people, had that many connections. He was a handy guy to know and an even better one to be best friends with.
    Next on the list, get back to Lizzie’s. He’d planned to be back before Lizzie went to bed. Not that he knew what he was going to say—but at least he’d be there. And that was the question. Did he tell her that he was going with her? Pack concerns aside, it was an easy decision to go. Less so talking to Lizzie about it. And that summed up one of his issues—acting was sometimes easier than talking.
    When he got to the house, it was dark, except for the motion light in the front. He let himself in with the spare key. The dogs hadn’t barked at his truck pulling up. That was an improvement. Vegas, the pointer, greeted him at the door, but the yellow lab, Beau, didn’t even get up. He just lifted his head and thumped his thick tail against his dog bed. After a rough start, John was now the dogs’ favorite, second only to Lizzie and Kenna. And maybe Kenna’s mother. That woman stuffed them full of tidbits and goodies every time they went to stay with her. He smiled. Lizzie grumped about having to put them on a diet when they came home from Mrs. McIntyre’s house, but he could tell she wasn’t really upset.
    John kneeled down and gave Beau a chin scratch. Then he stood up and scrubbed a hand over his face. He quietly walked into Lizzie’s bedroom—and it was hers, because they hadn’t yet tackled permanent living arrangements. She was asleep, curled up with her arms and legs tucked close, like she’d been cold. She probably was. He liked it colder, so she’d cranked the air conditioning to make him more comfortable. He thought briefly about grabbing another blanket but discarded the idea. Shrugging his shirt off, he walked to the armchair in the corner of the room. After tossing the shirt in the chair, he reached down to unbutton his jeans—and paused. She was awake.

Chapter 5
     
     
    L izzie peered at John through her lowered lashes. Pissed or not, she couldn’t help but see how the muscles in his back and shoulders bunched and moved as he pulled his shirt over his head. Thank you, full moon. Since she hadn’t been sure he was coming back this evening, or if he did, where he’d be sleeping, she didn’t really want to question his sudden appearance—in her room, almost naked. It probably didn’t help that she had been in a deep sleep for a very short time when she’d awoken. So she was groggy and only half awake.
    He must have removed his shoes before he came into her room, because he was barefooted. Lord, but she loved how he looked in jeans and nothing else. Bare feet and a bare chest, jeans slung low on his hips…there wasn’t much that was hotter, except John in his bare skin. He paused after unbuttoning his jeans, head tipped down, fingers