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should have checked on her before.”
    “I did check. There was never any evidence she’d been infected. She never showed any signs of changing until recently. Why do you think it took so long?”
    “I don’t know. On average, male shifters go through the change later than females. But even some genetic shifters never change. In your case, the Were virus triggered your change. I still don’t know why Lacey didn’t show signs of the virus until recently. Maybe her metabolism is slow or she was on medication or something.”
    “It doesn’t matter. I couldn’t interfere. She accomplished so much on her own. Finished college, got her degree. She has her career and the ranch. Hell, she could’ve had a normal life if it weren’t for me.”
    “Well, that option’s off the table. When are you going to go down there and man up? Sorry…just an expression.”
    “Hunter, you’re not funny.”
    “Really? You’re probably right.”
    “I’m trying to decide how to tell a woman her life is about to change forever. That almost everything the movies show about the paranormal world is true. How the hell is she going to react?”
    “I don’t know, but you’ve had plenty of time to contemplate that over the last few years. It’s not like you haven’t been thinking about finding a way to convince her that this would be a good choice if she has to accept it. Don’t forget, if the rogues sniff her out, she could be in real danger. So make up your mind. I’m getting hungry, and we don’t know how much time she has left.”
    “I know. That’s why we’re here.” Bryan took his leather hat off and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not leaving her side, whether she knows I’m here or not.”

Chapter Four
     
    This weekend couldn’t come and go quickly enough for Lacey’s satisfaction—Sunday was the fifth anniversary of the day Bryan disappeared, the week before her father’s body was discovered. The sheriff claimed he’d been killed by some wild animal, but none of the evidence pointed to any local species.
    With a finger touch, Lacey clicked on her laptop to check the responses to the invitations for this coming weekend’s events. The reminder date on the computer calendar may as well have been a big blinking neon sign blasting the approaching event.
    Thomas talked her into joining the town council to get out and mingle. How she ended up assisting Donna, the chairman in charge, was still a mystery. She let out a hiss. Keiran and Donna always sided with Thomas when it came to what they believed was her well-being. If she ever found out who’d nominated her for the committee, she promised she’d wring one of her friends’ necks. Thomas swore it wasn’t him, but she believed he was the most likely culprit. When he insisted she delegated authority better than anyone, Lacey started thinking she’d been railroaded.
    Stinker. Lacey smiled. He never envisioned finding out how good she was. Lacey ran him ragged with assignments for the jubilee and she tapped her finger on her desk thinking up more ways to get even with him.
    He could meet with the local junior women’s league tomorrow night. Half the women were single and hot for his scrumptious body and the other half were matchmakers, certain a man his age should be thinking about marriage. That would be pure torture since Thomas preferred variety, kinky sex, and ménages.
    Her email inbox flashed, practically screaming at her. Ugh, more responses to sort through. Why did everyone wait until the last minute?
    Rummaging through a few papers on top of her desk, she remembered the invitation list was inside the drawer. Right on top, with all the check marks, the list indicated who was coming and who was not. Her email notice pinged and she glanced back at the screen to see who else was responding.
    One name jumped out of the rest. One name in the inbox had her insides quivering at the gall. The shock, after so long, sent her bolting forward in the chair. As a