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and clean and alive with the slight chill in the air, after the lazy days of summertime.
    Smells like outside. Smells good, his wolf murmured in his mind.
    Denver hopped with energy this evening, people walking and laughing and chatting as they ebbed and flowed along the sidewalks, heading to their evening's entertainment. The smell of woodsmoke, probably from some trendy restaurant, drifted through the air as Tate stepped back into the crowds and continued his easy stroll.
    Relaxed by the surroundings, he let his thoughts drift for the millionth time to the strange female wolf from a few days ago. His mate. He still couldn't believe it. He'd pretty much not slept that night, restless with excitement and anxiety, though thankfully he'd conked out on the short plane ride in the morning so he hadn't been totally useless on his first day with his new clients. Tate had never given serious thought to a permanent female wolf in his life. Women were great, easy company, especially because they went to their house at night and he stayed at his, and no one got upset about anything. No muss, no fuss. He stayed friends with the ones he dated for longer periods of time, and never in his life had he had any woman truly mad at him. He kept things honest and easy, and that kept everyone happy.
    His wolf hurtled images of joyful hunting, playing, and tussling together with the nameless female wolf. His mate , he thought again in some awe. A passionate sense of aliveness held the images, a sense of being truly alert and aware for the first time ever.
    “Right,” he muttered to himself as he sought again the memory of her crisp, pure scent. He'd just found the one woman who could rocket him into a higher level of being, and he didn't know who she was. Nor was he sure he was ready for this mate thing. Of course wolves mated, that was a given. It was to be expected. But the encounter had been so unexpected, so startling, he wasn't quite sure he could wrap his mind around it just yet. And immediately recognizing his mate upon seeing her—that wasn't necessarily common, either. Some mates took years to realize they were meant for one another. He just hadn't ever really given much thought to the matter.
    Now, though, the intoxicating scent of the beautiful strange wolf stayed with him every moment, teasing him. He could hardly wait to get back home so he could track her down and talk to her. The next time he saw her, he would be sure to approach her much more carefully so she didn't flee again. His no-holds-barred galloping up to her, he recalled with a grimace, had been a stupid mistake on his part.
    With a disgusted huff, his wolf agreed.
    Rounding a corner, Tate paused as his cell vibrated in his jeans pocket. Slipping it out, he stepped aside to peer at the message while not getting trampled. It was a group message to him, Lily, and Caleb from Rafe.
    Remember birthday gifts.
    Tate groaned, drawing a slight frown from a passerby hurrying down the sidewalk. He'd totally forgotten it was his mother's birthday next week. Leave it to responsible eldest brother Rafe to remind them all.
    His phone jumped in his hand again. Rafe sending a message to just him.
    Tate, you should pick something up while you're in Denver. She likes old books. There are some great bookstores there.
    “Good point,” he said under his breath. There had to be a bookstore nearby. Thumbing his screen to the browser, he quickly searched for local bookstores. A decent one was around the next block. Still ambling and enjoying the evening, he headed in that direction.
    His phone buzzed again. This time, though, it was ringing. Rafe must have decided he needed a verbal reminder.
    “Hey,” Tate greeted his older brother good-naturedly. “Got it. Book for Mom. I'm almost at a bookstore.”
    Rafe chuckled, sounding eerily like their father. “How's Denver?”
    “Big,” Tate replied, dodging a group of laughing people as they spilled out restaurant doors almost right into him.