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clearing away the accumulation of branches and leaves left by the workmen. She missed Anton. She missed Stefan.
    She missed the sense of peace she’d lost the moment Carl Burns came after her again.
    Hours later, standing in the neatly cleared garden, Keisha still couldn’t find the sense of achievement she’d hoped to feel.
    She’d won a national landscape design contest, created something lasting and beautiful, yet all she wanted was to get as far away from San Francisco and Carl Burns as possible.
    “Xandi, I think we should go home.” She slanted a look at her friend. “Back to Montana. Let’s skip the dedication and just leave. I have a really bad feeling about…”
    “No. You’ve worked hard. You deserve recognition for this. Besides, I’m staying alert. I’ve been watching. I don’t think Burns is nearby. One of us would sense him.”
    Keisha shook her head. “What if we don’t? They can’t arrest him because he hasn’t done anything. There’s no record of his stalking me. How do I make him leave me alone? I’m not even certain why he’s following me.” Keisha wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She’d been feeling so strong, so in control. Feeling like her old self, for the first time since her attack.
    Not now. Now the old fears were seeping into her bones, the insecurities, the lack of confidence… it was all coming back.
    “If he’s been fired from his paper, he probably wants film to prove you exist, that you shift. He wants his job back and figures you’re the key. We just won’t give him the opportunity.”
    Keisha sighed, staring blankly at the memorial garden she’d worked so hard to create. “Do you miss it as much as I do? Shifting? Last night I practically lost it. I stood at the window in the middle of the night, tired from working out here all day, yet wanting so badly to shift and run… but I didn’t dare.”
    Xandi gave her a tight hug. “Two more days. You can make it. Anton and Stefan will be here tomorrow, the dedication is Sunday morning, and our flight leaves Sunday night.”
    Keisha nodded, then turned to Xandi and grinned. “Okay. Two more days. You realize, of course, I’m gonna be real tense.”
    Laughing, Xandi grabbed Keisha’s hand. Together, they walked back to the car. Keisha paused by the driver’s side and brushed one hand across the back of her neck. She turned her head slowly and scanned the lush park behind her. There was no one there, but a subtle sense of contact, of being watched, lingered.
    * * *
    Anton tossed his briefcase on the wide bed, thoughts of Keisha filling his mind, teasing his body. Over three thousand miles away with that blasted tabloid reporter on her tail and not a damned thing he could do about it. Thank goodness Xandi was with her.
    One more meeting early in the morning and they’d head west. He ached for her, needed her sweet body as much as he needed to breathe, needed to feel her beneath him, crying his name, wrapping her gorgeous legs around his hips.
    Needed…
    To run. To feel the wind against his muzzle, the grass beneath his feet, the sensory input that kept his Chanku soul alive. The need to shift was almost overpowering, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Not here, not in the heart of the city.
    Which brought him back to a toss-up between what he could have and what he needed. He’d have to find another way to burn off the energy.
    A good fuck? Anton glanced at the door separating his room from Stefan’s and wondered if his pack mate was as exhausted as he was, as wound up from their day?
    He tossed his coat on a chair and tugged at his necktie, then stretched and grimaced at the crackling in his joints. Damn. As tired as he felt, he was still high. He’d never worked with a partner before, much less one who read his mind. It had been an amazing experience, communicating telepathically while pulling off a huge business deal.
    Before long, Stefan would be as adept at handling their investments as he was,