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and that’s not what we’re about.”
    “You can’t deny that my dating site goes against everything the Woofers believe, so why would they want it to flourish?”
    He pulled a garbage bag out of the box. “Is it flourishing?”
    “Of course it is.” Maybe not as wildly as she’d like, but the site was gaining new subscribers every day. “And I’ve had wonderful comments about my book. Whether you want to admit it or not, plenty of us prefer Were-Were sex and mating.”
    “I’ve read it.”
    “You’ve read my book?” She was surprised and a little chagrined that he’d taken the time. She’d totally ignored his.
    He nodded. “ Sex and the Single Shifter is a damned clever title.”
    “Is that your way of saying the title’s great but the book sucks?”
    “No, it isn’t.” He blew out a breath. “Let’s tape up the window before the Stewarts have an electric bill to rival the one at the castle.”
    “Okay. Temporary truce.”
    His eyebrows lifted. “Are we fighting?”
    “It can’t be helped, can it? As you conveniently mentioned not long ago, I’m the leader of the Howlers, which means I stand for maintaining our standards. You want to blast them to smithereens.”
    “I could respond to that outrageous statement, but I won’t, because then we’ll never get the job done.” Crossing to the window, he pushed it back down slowly as bits of glass rained onto the sill. “If we’re going to be walking around this area, we should sweep up some of this first.”
    She hated to admit that he might be thinking more clearly than she was at the moment. “I saw a brush and dustpan under the sink.” She handed him the tape. “I’ll get it.” On her way back to the counter she unzipped herleather jacket and pulled it off. She’d be able to maneuver better without it.
    She’d worn her favorite black turtleneck sweater under her coat for this first meeting with Duncan. The sweater was soft and classy, so it gave her a boost of confidence every time she wore it.
    Returning with the dustpan and brush, she thought she caught a glimpse of male appreciation in his gray eyes, but she might have been mistaken. She hunkered down and swept up the glass immediately in front of the window. “That should be good enough for now.” She laid the dustpan and brush to one side and stood. “We can do a better job later, when we mop up the water we’ve dripped on the floor.”
    “Is that sweater angora?”
    “Yes.” Knowing that he’d checked her out provided a measure of satisfaction. If he rattled her this much, she’d like to think she’d had some effect on him as a way of balancing the scales.
    “Thought so. Do you want to hold or tape?”
    “I’ll tape.”
    “Nothing like a decisive female, I always say.” He handed her the roll of tape.
    “For what?” She met his gaze.
    “Everything.” He turned and stretched the plastic across the top of the window frame. “Whether it’s business or pleasure, I appreciate dealing with someone who knows her own mind.”
    “Even if it’s different from yours?”
    “Especially then. I don’t like shadowboxing. Thankfully, you don’t do that. Hey, this is going to blow at the bottom, so maybe you should tape that part while I hold the top.”
    “Yep. But you’ll have to step back so I can get in there.” His shadowboxing statement had sounded like a compliment. Interesting.
    Maintaining his hold on the bag, he walked his feet backward. “I must look like a perp in a cop show about to be frisked.”
    “You watch those?”
    “Aye. I love trying to solve the case.”
    “Me, too.” Crouching down again, she sandwiched herself between his legs and the wall so she could tape the bag to the bottom of the window frame. The scent of wet wool and warm male surrounded her from behind, while cold, damp air blew in through the broken window.
    “At least we have one thing in common.” His brogue had an undertone to it that hadn’t been there before.
    “So it