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strength, even with his legs… What was wrong with them?
     
    “I… Sorry, I can’t… What happened?”
     
    “Car accident,” he said with a shrug, as if it weren’t that big a deal—as if he weren’t in a wheel chair.
     
    “Oh, god, Ryan…” I said, my knees going weak. I found a lawn chair and brought it over to sit next to him. Ryan dug a beer out of a cooler and tossed it to me.
     
    “It’s my fault,” he said with another shrug. “I mean, it wasn’t just a car accident. I was driving. And…”
     
    He wiggled the can of beer. “Had a few too many of these.”
     
    I flushed.
     
    “You idiot! You could have killed someone! You could have been killed yourself! Did you think about that? Did you kill anyone?”
     
    “God, Kelly, of course I know that… I’m the one who has to live with it and see my parents’ disappointed faces every morning…” he said with a scowl. “I was hoping that you, of all people, would cut me some slack and let me relax.”
     
    My face softened. I wanted to be mad at him, but mostly I just felt sorry.
     
    “And for your information, no, I didn’t kill anyone. I was the only one in the car. And I crashed into a tree. I didn’t even get that far. Turned a little too fast about a block from the party and boom—oak tree.”
     
    “Oh, god, Ryan…”
     
    “I know, I know…” he said with a sigh. “So, I’m taking the rest of the semester off to recuperate and going back for summer classes.”
     
    “I bet you’re excited to be back here in Greencliff.”
     
    “Enraptured.”
     
    “Is that a big college word?”
     
    “Sure is. You’ll learn it when you come next year.”
     
    I couldn’t help but grin, despite the seriousness of what had happened to him, despite everything else… Ryan always did that to me.
     
    That was something I could never imagine getting from Wisdom—humor. The curse of being a werewolf was so much greater than this setback in Ryan’s life—forced to relax at home while he healed, versus a permanent and growing aversion to the moon and the bestial nature that it provided… No wonder Wisdom was so glum about things and Ryan so carefree.
     
    “So, how… how bad was it? You know, the accident. And your injuries. If you don’t mind my asking.”
     
    “Well, I can still get it up, if that’s what your asking,” he said with a grin. I burst out laughing.
     
    “Yes, that’s the only thing I’m concerned about, you horny jerk.”
     
    “I see the way you’re looking at my chair…” he said, running a hand seductively along one of the wheels as I pulled my own chair closer to him, biting my lip in a way that was supposed to look like I was joking, when in fact I was serious about having wondered if he had suffered any damage down there…
     
    “You want some of these curves,” Ryan said with an even bigger grin, patting the wheel of his chair.”
     
    “I think I’ve got enough curves of my own, thank you very much,” I replied with my own grin, gripping my breasts with both hands and giving them a nice squeeze. My dress showed a lot of cleavage as it was, and now I only accentuated my assets.
     
    “You sure do,” Ryan said with yet another of those toothy, award-winning smile. He reached out, snaking his hand behind my head, and pulled me in close for a hot kiss—the kind that burns as much as it pleases, because it spoke also of the pain and regret of what had happened to him.
     

 
    An Old Flame
     
     
    “I’ve wanted you to do that to me for so long…” I whispered as we pulled apart, biting his lip gently.
     
    “I know. I don’t know why I waited.”
     
    “Jerk,” I said with a teasing smile. I ran my hands down his strong chest to his shorts, stopping at his crotch. I gave him a questioning work.
     
    “Everything still works down there,” he assured me. “It just needs some help getting things moving.”
     
    “I think I can do that…” I murmured, dropping to my knees and