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    Vera winced at the nasty snarl on Jackson’s face.
    “I’m coming,” she hollered . She didn’ t have time to find a new shirt so she was sure to keep her breast hidden behind the door before she opened it . As she turned the door handle, she heard Jacks mutter behind her, yeah, you would have been coming too . Her body tightened at the sound of his gruff, sex-laced voice. Checking herself one more time, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
    Dmetri scowled at her. Oh, shit. His nostrils flared and she knew he smelled everything in that moment--the lust, her body’s response, Jackson’ s desire. There was no hiding it. So she licked her lips and plastered on a false smile, something she was always good at.
    “May I help you, Dmetri?” His eyes held such anger, such raw emotion that she had to bite her cheek to keep from smacking him. Or of at least screaming in his face that he was the one that broke up with her. Well, all you got was one shot, buddy.
    “I just came to bring you this. Your favorite, if I recall.” Vera saw the bottle of wine in his hand wrapped with a red ribbon tied into a bow around the neck of it . It was her favorite wine.
    “Yes, um, thank you.” She took the bottle and was about to close the door when he spoke.
    He sniffed the air again and tilted his head to the side. “Are you...breeding?” Her jaw clenched so hard and fast it was wonder she didn’t snap a damn muscle.
    “No, I’m not breeding.” He pulled back and scowled.
    “So then you’re willing...with the human?” Her mouth opened and closed. She wasn’t sure what the hell was going on with her and the human , but there was nothing wrong with him.
    Leaning forward, she let her eyes drop to a flirty mask. “Oh yeah, he makes me feel...” She bit her lip, fluttered her hand over her neck and down her stomach, and then stopped with her hand a scant inch above her still aching pussy. “Wild and delicious.”
    He took a step back and scowled. She whispered a goodbye and shut the door.
     
     
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    When she spun around the silly smile on her face faltered to a stop. Jacks was standing much closer than she realized. His arms were crossed across his big chest, and she knew he was angry about something, yet all she could seem to focus on was how big his biceps were when he did that.
    “Are you ready to tell me about the two of you yet?”
    She licked her lips and slowly brought her eyes bac k up to his face. A good-looking face too with dark, rounded eyebrows and lashes framed a pair of beautiful— albeit angry — blue eyes.
    “Nope,” she said and skirted around him to grab a glass off the side table . She unscrewed the bottle of wine and sniffed the contents. Her favorite expensive goodness — she signed heavi ly and downed the first glass. She was glad for Dmetri’s interruption; it was a sign for sure.
    “Better take it easy with that stuff,” Jacks warned.
    Rolling her eyes, Vera pressed her fingers to her lips to keep from laughing and poured another glass. The dark red liquid was her favorite color and it tasted like sweet cherries and earth. She tossed back another two glasses and was finally starting to feel warm again.
    “Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” Vera asked and perched herself, and her bottle of wine, in the windowsill. She’d always wanted a window like this. It was big enough for her to curl up in and look outside. She once thought she’d be living here and using this very same window to read and gaze out at the night. Bitter memories. Old thoughts. She took another swig, this time straight from the bottle.
    “I don’t have anything to say.” She lolled her heavy head to the side to look at him.
    “Of course you do, we all do,” she said in a duh voice. She lifted the bottle, waved it towards him, and nearly spilled some.
    Jacks shook his head at her and took a seat in a high-backed chair across the room. Vera pouted at the distance. She almost