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she knew the truth to her question.
    Maybe it was in their smiles, or the way they held themselves. Maybe it was simply the raw, earthy, completely masculine animal magnetism both men had. But in that moment, Mary knew she alone in this room understood the two brothers were true Night Prowlers. They were werewolves.
     
    “Somewhere a clock strikes midnight,
    And there’s a full moon in the sky,
    You hear a dog bark in the distance,
    And you hear someone’s baby cry.
     
    “A rat runs down the alley,
    And the chill runs down your spine,
    And someone walks across your grave,
    And you wish the sun would shine.”
     
    Mary could feel the intensity in the song, in the truth and conviction in Dominic’s words. Here was the real deal. She could so easily see him slipping into the role of Night Prowler. Of stalking prey, whether animal or woman. Watching them, following them.
    It was an intensely sexual image she had flash across her brain—one that seared her and simply would not leave. It was incredibly sexy and slightly scary at the same time. The mix of fear and sexiness hit the exact right note with her, making her damp and excited.
    She and every other woman in the bar.
     
    “I’m your night prowler, asleep in the day,
    Yeah, I’m your night prowler—get out of my way,
    Look out for the night prowler; watching you tonight,
    Yes, I’m your night prowler, when you turn out the light.
     
    “Too scared to turn your light out,
    ‘Cos there’s something on your mind.
    Was it a noise outside the window?
    Was there a shadow on the blind?
    As you lie there naked; like a body in a tomb,
    Suspended animation, as I slip into your room.”
     
    Mary shivered. Dominic was watching her, and suddenly she felt like a rabbit caught in a snare. She could feel the passion in his words, feel the man’s wicked intent in his seductive croon.
    With the intense way he watched her, looked at her, sought out her eyes with his, she wondered if Dominic had chosen this song purposely. To prepare her, to warn her.
    The electricity, the intense connection flooded between them, snapped between them as strong as any rope or silken cord could. Mary could feel her heartbeat accelerate, could feel herself growing damper and short of breath.
    An image entered her mind, herself in her small but cozy bedroom, lying naked under the covers, while Dominic crept like a shadow, sliding into her room to seduce her. Seduce her with his words and wicked deeds. His hands, his tongue, his cock. She felt enticed, scared and enthralled all at once.
    Somehow Dominic managed to dare her with this song. His eyes glinting in the dark bar, he grinned as he crooned the words to her. Despite his bad boy demeanor, despite his self-proclamation in that email of having a different woman every night, Mary could feel the intensity radiating from him. This was not a man she would want to fall on the bad side of.
    Mary half-listened to the spectacular guitar instrumental by Lee, and before she realized, it was over and the saxophone was wailing its final notes. Samuel came forward and thanked the bar and its patrons. Mary blinked, and Dominic began to cross the dance floor, making a beeline for her.
    Women left and right were throwing themselves at him, as more than a dozen scantily clad, clinging women converged on Samuel and Lee. None of the three men would have even the faintest problem of acquiring a bed partner—or three—tonight.
    Mary dug in her purse for a tip. She couldn’t put her finger on any one thing that had given the two brothers away—but she was now convinced they really were werewolves, stupid as it sounded.
    Something, maybe her intuition, readily accepted these men turned into huge beasts during the full moon. While she didn’t believe they became mindless, ravaging beasts, something inside her clicked when she looked deep into Dominic’s eyes. She wanted to think this through more thoroughly.
    “Can I buy you a drink? My name is Dominic.”
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