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doubts away. This whole escapade seemed almost too easy. The long drive had flown by, her thoughts centered on different fantasies and scenarios. In one, Dominic merely took one look at her and swept her off her feet, carrying her back to his apartment and seducing the hell out of her. In another, she could somehow magically tell by one look that he was a werewolf and could then seduce him with a clear conscience.
    Overlying all of these emotions sat the eager, almost girlish anticipation of seeing Dominic in the flesh. Mary refused to think of those hours she had sat in front of her computer monitor, reading and rereading the details she found on Dominic Rutledge. She blindly ignored the restless night’s sleep, the tossing and turning. The images of that cheeky, gorgeous, smiling face, and wickedly laughing blue eyes burned into her mind and deep in her soul.
    She couldn’t clearly remember the last time she had been so overcome by lust for a man. Her past was littered with lovers, yet Dominic was different. He seemed like a fever in her blood, a craving she could not deny.
    Listening to his music, watching him, his brother, and a friend make music and seduce every woman in the bar, taught her much. The music was jazzy, soulful…bluesy tunes with huskily crooned lyrics that reached out and touched every woman present.
    The choice of songs, the style of the music, and the depth and emotion the three men created showed Mary a small portion of his soul. Both it and the sexy man were too tempting to ignore.
    While not precisely losing her nerve, Mary entertained doubts on the wisdom of her quest. Safely back at home, her thought of indulging in white-hot sex with Dominic, blending into his hundreds of other lovers and somehow finding out if he really was a werewolf, had seemed strange, but not unmanageable.
    Now however, watching how every woman drooled over him, shrieked and cried out at his every movement, Mary had to wonder at her wisdom. It seemed insane to simply waltz up to him, smile at him, and offer him a night of no-holds-barred sex.
    She took another sip of her beer to ease the dryness of her throat. Waiting for the right moment to approach him and offer her dare for one night of raunchy sex, Mary smiled as Samuel came back onto the stage.
    While he was handsome and sexy, he didn’t ring her bell like Dominic did. He did, however, have the lustiest, most husky, sexy, singing voice she had ever heard. His crooning words swirled around the small bar, enticing and seducing every female present.
    Mary was surprised when he walked past the microphone to pick up Dominic’s saxophone instead. Mary blinked, surprised, until she noticed Dominic walking up to take the microphone.
    He was going to sing!
    While Dominic had mostly played the saxophone, he had swapped to the guitar for a few songs. Samuel had stayed singing, until now, the last song of the night.
    Lee Scott, their friend and bass guitarist for the evening, took up his spot, with Dominic taking the microphone. Drunken patrons cheered and rushed back onto the dance floor, expecting more of the quality blues and jazz they had played all evening.
    Without any words or introduction, and with none really being needed, Lee stepped into the spotlight and started the instrumental. There were a few feminine cheers and shrieks—with one woman in the back screaming out “ I love you, Lee !”
    Without missing a single beat he grinned wickedly into the audience in general, his cocky grin and confidant manner earning him more whistles and shrieks, and continued the introduction. Mary recognized the tune instantly as Night Prowler —one of her favorite songs— and tried to stifle the sudden giggles that threatened her.
    As Dominic’s lusty croon washed over her, her eyes constantly met with his. The irony of the words wasn’t lost on her. She couldn’t put her finger on how, why or when; but with the innate intuition and wisdom only a woman could have, she realized