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settled.
    “Ye—wait, no. Wait, what?” I spluttered.
    “I’ll give you a call to settle the details,” he said, nodding at Cooper and Mo. “It was nice to meet you all.”
    He turned and walked out of the saloon, leaving me gaping after him.
    What just happened?
    “Are you high?” I asked Mo, slapping her arm. “Why did you guys tell him that I would show him around?” Evie shot me a sharp look, and I lowered my voice. “This is the man who wants to reveal our existence to the world, and you want to set me up with him? Are you and Cooper that desperate to double date?”
    “No, I figured this was the best way to keep him out of our hair. He’s your problem now. What better way to keep an eye on him than to accompany him on his investigation? He gets nothing but goes home happy. You . . . get a little something and go home a lot less cranky,” Mo suggested, giggling unrepentantly when my brother winced. “What? After watching you talk to him, I think we should change our approach. Keep our enemies close, so to speak. Hell, maybe you could convince him that a Sasquatch did it or something.”
    “Nah, we couldn’t do that,” Cooper said. “Sasquatch is a pretty nice guy.”
    “Sasquatch is real, too?” Mo whispered. “Why do I have to find things out like this? I’m in the family, too.”
    “Look, we don’t speak to Thatcher,” I told Cooper as Mo dashed back to the kitchen to check on some pies in the oven. “We don’t take him into the woods. Nothing. As far as we’re concerned, Dr. Thatcher doesn’t exist.”
    “Is that a decree from the alpha?” Cooper asked, lowering his tone to a whisper.
    “Do I need to make it a decree, or do you have the sense to admit that we need to stay away from him?” I asked.
    “What’s the verdict?” Mo asked, coming back to refill Cooper’s coffee mug and top off my Coke.
    “Maggie said she doesn’t want us talking to him,” Cooper said, sipping his coffee. “No visits, no tours, no spilling of ancient family secrets.”
    Mo frowned. “I don’t think you’re giving us a whole lot of credit. I think I’m clever enough to maintain a friendly conversation without vomiting up forbidden information. I have just as much to lose as you two. And if he tries to interview me, I’ll just tell him I’m afraid his pocket recorder will capture my soul or something. Come on. Maggie finally has a crush on somebody. This is going to be better than one of those Japanese game shows.”
    I glared at her.
    She shrugged. “For the rest of us.”
    “One of these days, I’m going to catch you without your trusty fire extinguisher. And then your ass is mine.”
    “Bring it on, Scrappy Doo.”

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Chuck Norris and the Calendar of Death
     
    I SAT AT MY DESK in the community center/town hall, writing out the whopping four paychecks the village issued each week. One to myself; one to our village physician, Anna Moder; one to my cousin Teresa, who taught twenty-six kids in all twelve grades at the village school; and another to my gargantuan cousin-but-might-as-well-be-my-brother, Samson, who was the closest thing we had to a civil engineer. He delivered the mail, ran our modest recycling program, and maintained our handful of public buildings. He also occasionally fell asleep while driving a snowplow, but he was such a cheerful guy it was hard to stay pissed at him. Besides, every village needed an idiot.
    I didn’t live in a normal little town. Every single household in my valley was either were or descended from were. And I was related to each and every person there on one side or the other, and I’m very aware of how wrong that sounds.
    Dating as a werewolf is complicated, particularly for packs in the Great North. Every pack has to maintain close relationships with other packs and “import” mates at every opportunity, to prevent inbreeding. You practically have to review your extended genealogical history before you can agree to a movie and