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stepped in. “It’s nothing
we can’t handle. Plows are due to come out today, and Jason wanted
you to drive for a shift, but we can handle it. Since you’re
busy.”
    “Yeah, I am. But thanks for taking my
turn.”
    “You can owe us.” Michael quipped. He knew he
would. He corralled them back to the front room and away from his
sweetheart and watched them shift on the back porch and take off
with pants between their jaws. He locked the sliding door. If he’d
left it locked they wouldn’t have gotten in, wouldn’t have been on
their way back to the bedroom where his mate was laying naked. He
wasn’t sure what he would have done if they’d come into the room,
but he was feeling out of sorts and possessive suddenly. Angry.
    And then just as quickly as it came over him,
it seeped away and he felt more in control and calm. Karly had put
her arm around his waist, coming to stand next to him at the back
door. And she was wearing his shirt again, which he loved. “You
need to go?”
    “Nah. You hungry sweetheart?”
    “Sure. But let me give it a try this
time.”
    He followed her into the kitchen. “I like
cooking for you, Karly.” Truth. He liked it a great deal. Maybe
because she appreciated it. Maybe because she didn’t expect it or
act like it was his job.
    “Well, I’m not helpless in the kitchen. I do
have some skills.”
    He gave her a teasing smile. “So you’re not
just another pretty face?”
    “Gosh, I hope not.”
    “Alright.” He put his hands up in a jest of
defeat. “If you want to cook so badly, have at it. But I’m very
picky,” he teased and her brown eyes danced. Turning her sweet face
up for a kiss, he gave her one and then another, and would have
kept going except she gave him a gentle shove and reminded him he
was naked.
    It was just after lunchtime, so they hadn’t
gotten more than a few hours of sleep. Not that he cared. He liked
being exhausted like this. He hated the knowledge that with the
plows starting the roads would most likely be cleared by morning,
which meant he’d have to take her home and then go to work and the
bliss that he’d known since 1:30 a.m. Friday morning was going to
stop.
    Donning a pair of track pants and nothing
else, he wandered back into the kitchen and watched her drop a
sandwich carefully into a bowl, turn it and then put it on the
stove on a hot pan. She peered up at him. “Monte Cristo.”
    “Never had one before.” He joined her at the
stove where four sandwiches were now frying. It was amazing that
she knew how much he could eat. Wolves put food away like there was
no tomorrow and a chance of a food shortage. He’d dated women over
the years that complained about it, or thought it was funny, but
she took it all in stride.
    “So your dad’s pack?” He brushed a lock of
hair from her shoulder. “Are they like old-school with traditions
and stuff or more modern?”
    “Definitely old-school. The pack alpha has
been in power for, well, longer than I’ve been alive, and he runs
things pretty strictly. Pack’s on the small side, all family
groups, and they don’t let newcomers in unless it’s through a
mating.”
    Her father was second of the pack. Her mother
was something called a caretaker, which was an older term for
someone that handled the cooking for the pack. It was a position of
honor in some packs, and Karly’s pack had four of them.
    They didn’t have a caretaker in their pack;
it wasn’t something that they’d ever had. Granted, he never really
paid much attention to the traditions when he was a kid, because he
didn’t think it would matter. When Jason’s father Peter was alpha,
he was powerful but kind, and let the wolves have more freedom than
a lot of packs that ran them like monarchies, and some of them even
sequestered themselves in towns with no humans at all. As long as
the pack members didn’t cause trouble for each other or the humans,
showed up on the full moon and for meetings, then Peter never
really cared what