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wouldn’t give to nip him in the neck, to tackle him and force him to the ground. To have his heated kisses, his firm touch embracing her with wanton desire.
    She took a steadying breath. She couldn’t deny he still held her heart captive.
    Like before, a strap tied his shoulder-length dark brown hair back. A black leather jacket fitted over his broad shoulders, and denims stretched comfortably down his long, muscular legs to his well-worn western boots. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered him, only much taller and more imposing and real than the photos Argos had sent her.
    She focused on Devlyn’s mouth. How many women had he kissed since he’d kissed her? Her veins turned to ice as an uncontrollable jealousy washed over her.
    Was he already mated? Her gut tightened with the idea. She shifted her gaze back to his eyes. His dark brown eyes turned into black quartz, angry with a hint of concern.
    Did he recognize her? Sure he did. If she caught him in his wolf suit, she’d know him any day. But how had he found her?
    Unless…unless…somehow the fact that a red wolf was living in the Cascades, when none should, got big-time media. Great. That’s how he’d found her. He must realize the predicament she faced and the danger to all of them. That’s why he’d tried to move her from the zoo. If she turned into a human by the new moon, she could be used to prove legendary werewolves truly exist.
    Did he have a plan? He moved his hands over the black wrought iron posts, up and down. His actions hypnotized her. What was his plan?
    “What’s he doing?” Thompson asked.
    “I don’t know, but he sure has her attention. You think maybe she belonged to him once?”
    “Hmm, now that sounds like a distinct possibility. And he wants her back so he can release her to the wild again. I want him checked out and watched. He’s probably one of those crazy animal rights activists. Doesn’t he realize she’s safer here, with a good diet, and no one to hunt her down? Besides, where can she find a male red to mate? She’d be stuck with scrawny coyotes.”
    Joe laughed. “Guess it wouldn’t matter to her, as long as the deed is done.”
    She emitted a low growl.
    “Don’t think she likes your suggestion,” Thompson joked.
    She turned her attention back to Devlyn. He looked kissable. He’d filled out into a man-sized hunk, but his eyes remained dark and foreboding—even more so now.
    Devlyn tilted his chin up as if taunting her to tell him what she thought of him, but he continued to stroke the bars. She realized then he smelled she was in heat. The urge to mate with her would be as natural to him as breathing the air or blinking an eye.
    Her gaze met his, the depths of his eyes smoldering with lust. Then he scowled and turned away. He strode off, his long gait taking him away from her within seconds. She wanted to scream at him to set her free. But in the worst way she wanted him to mate with her, to fulfill the unquenchable craving that the sight of him sparked, to take her for his own, his mate forever.
    “She knows him, all right, don’t you think, Joe?”
    “Yeah, like a dog knows his owner.”
    She whipped her head around too fast in anger, a growl rumbling in her throat.
    Both Thompson’s and Joe’s mouths dropped open.
    Thompson said, “My God, I swear she thought you’d insulted her.”
    She loped back to her den, a cement home, hidden from everyone’s view. Insult was right. A dog. And Devlyn her master? She growled again.
    Then she thought what if she changed and, damn…as a woman, albeit naked, she could open the door to the wolf’s den. Unless they locked it. Why would they lock it? The wolves couldn’t just leave.
    Big Red crept closer to the entrance of the den. She growled so ferociously, he immediately backed off.
    The two men laughed. Thompson studied the den. “You can see who wears the pants in the family.”
    Settled down on the floor, she rested her head on her paws. But wouldn’t