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trying her damnedest to make the growing itch subside.
    The smile grew on Jacy’s kissable mouth, as if to say, I know you’re wet and wanting me. Sugar, I’ll give you what you want.
    Jacy dipped his head, and his lips brushed her ear. “Nope. I really said it.”
    “You said…that? Oh, how crass!” Shyla snapped, taking a deep breath. The calming scent of spice and clean outdoors filled her spirit, but she still managed to swat aside the sexually laden euphoria crushing down on her. She wasted enough time pining over intimate fantasies involving these two…gods. She was the missing sweet cream from the cookie, now sandwiched between dark and light halves. Together, they might make a delectable treat.
    She rolled her eyes and groaned. Head outta the gutter, Shyla. You have a week to get your grandfather’s estate in order. One week until you’ll never see these guys again.
    “You okay?” Coal asked.
    Shyla snorted, pressing herself from his chest and forcing a space of a foot between the charged Jacy and herself.
    “Fine. Why don’t we sit and eat, hmm?” She pulled out a chair from the closest table and plopped down, avoiding the curious onlookers. Coal exchanged a tight look with Jacy before they sat on either side of her. Len grabbed some menus and placed them on the table.
    “Coffee, dear? Juice?” he asked. His kind smile returned, lacking any prior uncertainty.
    His comment about a white something still toyed in the back of her mind. She nodded, trying another shot at being cordial. “Coffee, thanks.”
    “Boys?”
    “Good, thanks,” Coal said. Jacy nodded, sliding a menu in front of her. He lounged back, kicking one booted foot onto the seat across from him. Coal leaned forward, his hands folded over the table. Shyla reached for his sunglasses. She pulled them from his face and placed them on the tabletop. Fathomless black eyes gauged her, observing her more like a human than an animal. She couldn’t say as much about Jacy, even if his outright crude remark did make her hot.
    Jacy and Coal where two magnificent creations of God sitting with her. They were good-spirited men, that much she surmised, two opposites that filled gaps in her whole.
    “Why does it look like some of the patrons are sniffing the air?” Shyla asked.
    “Eh, they’re jealous. They’ll get over it,” Jacy assured. “I don’t like ’em lookin’ at you like that.” Jacy motioned to a man at a far table. “Conroy, your jaw’s shattered to pieces on the floor. Put it back together, will ya?”
    “Why do their actions concern you? Why do I concern you?”
    “Welcome to Hood River. The wilderness gets to us,” Jacy said. He tapped his heel on the wooden floor and chuckled. “Not everyone is like us. What did Jacob tell you about your family?”
    “Nothing much,” Shyla lied. Oh, he told her plenty after she confided to him about the adoption papers. He told her more than she was willing to believe, but he always made things sound so real. All of his letters told about spirits and wolves and the merging of two into one.
    In one particular letter, he explained a Blood Moon Legacy and the extermination of the white wolves. White wolves were revered as living spiritual guides and pack leaders. As not to anger the spirits, packs obeyed the white wolf of their territory, laying trust and love in the creature. Over twenty years ago, a horrifying massacre took place. The living white wolves were slain on the night of a full moon. That same night, the white moon turned red with their shed blood.
    The white wolf was believed to be extinct.
    Shyla looked over at Coal. Damn, she must’ve drifted off in thought. Both men trained narrowed eyes on her.
    “Nothing, eh?” Jacy inquired. “Did he tell you about your mother?”
    “My mother died shortly after I was born,” Shyla confided. She knew the Native American stories from Gramps, but he never told her anything about her parents aside from her mother’s unfortunate