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    “I’ll take care of it.” She spied a turkey roaster in one of the cupboards he’d opened and shut again. Walking over, she pulled it out. “Sit down and take off your shoes before you get frostbite.”
    “Not yet. Aha. Here’s a box of rubbish bags. Now all we need is tape.”
    “My grandmother will be furious if you end up injured and I could have prevented it.” Maybe the thought of an elderly female pack alpha on the warpath would make him more tractable.
    “Milady Kate.”
    His commanding tone would have raised her hackles if he hadn’t combined it with that cute title. But she’d be damned if she’d fall in with his game and call him milord, which carried overtones of subservience, in her opinion. Holding the turkey roaster, she stood and faced him. “Yes, Duncan?”
    “As you well know, because you sent me a Sniff to that effect, my ancestors fought the British in all kinds of weather while they were naked and painted blue. Don’tmake a fuss over me. I’m a wee bit tougher than you’d be giving me credit for.”
    She gazed at him standing there in his open topcoat with his feet braced apart as he held the box of garbage bags. His dark hair was damp and tousled and his collar was still turned up. He’d removed his shades and no longer looked like a mob assassin, but the beard made her think of a dashing highwayman about to kidnap the woman he fancied.
    When that image was combined with a sexy brogue, a girl could find herself wanting to be kidnapped…and ravished in the bargain.
    “I won’t get frostbite, lass. We weren’t out there long enough. In the second place, I would never allow your grandmother to be angry with you on my account. You spent your valuable time driving to the airport to meet my flight, and you’ve done your best to assure my survival in a blizzard.” He smiled.
    Oh, boy. That smile should be registered as a lethal weapon. Dazzled by its magnificence, she felt determination seep away, leaving her ready to surrender without a fight. No wonder Angela Sapworthy couldn’t shut up about him.
    “You’ve acquitted yourself well,” he continued, “though it pains me to say it, considering that you’re the driving force behind the Howler movement.”
    She blinked as if rousing herself from a trance. The Howlers! They were counting on her to stand firm against this leader of the Woofers, and yet she was allowing herself to be captivated by his Scottish charm. Shame on her!
    “Thanks for reminding me of that.” She plopped the turkey roaster on the kitchen table. “You can make useof this when you’re ready. I’ll find some tape for that window.”
    “Excellent. The job will go faster with two people.” He took off his gloves, scarf, and coat and laid them over the back of another kitchen chair.
    “You’re right, though it pains me to say it, seeing as how you’re the driving force behind the Woofers.” Focus was definitely going to be a challenge when she was in the presence of this Scotsman. By removing his coat and scarf, he’d provided a more comprehensive view of his broad shoulders, massive chest, and narrow hips.
    He winked at her. “That I am.”
    Surely he wasn’t flirting with her. At least not on purpose, since she was not his species preference. Maybe flirting was his default setting. She began opening drawers in hopes one would contain tape. “FYI, somebody hacked into the Furthebest Web site today. It was down for hours.”
    “I hope you’re not implying that the Woofers had anything to do with that.”
    “I’m not accusing anyone of anything.” She found a roll of gray duct tape. “But I find it odd that this happened today as everyone’s gathering for the conference.” She held up the tape. “This should do the job.”
    “Aye, but let’s go back to the other topic. Furthebest is your livelihood. My followers wouldn’t jeopardize that to make a point.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    “Kate, I know them. That’s playing dirty,