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a second before she spoke, “Like I said, husband had small cock. I look for bigger cock elsewhere.”
    “ What happened to the host werewolf?”
    “ Was never found.” She shrugged again, obviously not caring. “Rich husband divorced me when the reservation take me in, but I no care. Plenty of big cocks in here.” Sasha's smile was so wide it could have taken over the whole room, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her regard towards men.
    “ So, no children?”
    Her face sulked into a frown. “One daughter. Husband take care of her while mommy is away.”
    “ Oh, I'm sorry to hear it,” I said sympathetically.
    Sasha grunted in reply.
    “ How do you feel about the reservation?” I quickly moved on, leaving the sad subject behind. For as much as I wasn't a fan of Sasha, I didn't want to make her feel bad either. It must be horrible to have children outside of the reservation, knowing that they were growing up without you and that you probably wouldn't ever see them again.
    “ Reservation okay.” She didn't appear to want to say anything else.
    “ And the detainment process. Was it hard on you?”
    “ Detainment process no fun for no one.”
    “ So I keep hearing. How did the other werewolves treat you when you first came to the reservation?”
    “ Everyone very nice to me,” Sasha said, but her eyes were miles away.
    “ Well, I think that's about it. I'll take my leave now,” I told her before flipping my notebook closed and standing up.
    “ You like Chris Abbot, don't you?” she asked, catching me off guard.
    “ What makes you think that?” I turned to her, trying to hide the tension in my voice.
    “ Chris spend lots of time with Taya.”
    I didn't know what to say. The real answer was yes, but I dare not disclose it to anyone. To care for Chris in the way that I wanted was to break my own heart. Nothing could ever come of my affection for him.
    “ We're just friends,” I said finally.
    “ Good.” Sasha's face lit up once more, and all traces of depression were washed away with thoughts of a new conquest. “I'd like to see how big his cock is.”
    “ You do that,” I told her between gritted teeth, showing myself to the door.
    It wasn't until I was outside that I let out a loud sigh. The interview wasn't as torturous as I had thought it would be, but the last part was still painful. Eventually, Sasha and Chris would be together, I was certain of it, and there was nothing I could do about it.
    Chris didn't show up on my doorstep that night, nor did he make an appearance the following day. I was beginning to think that our friendship was over. He was obviously embarrassed by the way he had acted, regretting his advance on me. While I missed him dearly, I was too prideful to approach him, and I think we both knew it was better if we stayed apart.
    In the middle of my second week on the reservation, I decided to try interviewing the lone wolves again. I had been making a lot of progress with my other interviews, knocking out sometimes four in one day. It was certainly going a lot faster than I had planned. With nothing else to do around the reservation, sticking to business was the best way to pass my time.
    Devon had become lazy about visiting me in the mornings. In fact, the morning that I decided to go visit the lone wolves, he didn't come to wake me up at all. I had to track him down where he was working out in the garden. Apparently, Devon had decided to take advantage of his new-found freedom and his position as my guide by using his time doubling up on job points.
    “ You're working?” I said with a twinge of surprise in my voice as I came upon Devon picking tomatoes under the morning sun.
    The sleeves of his blue jumpsuit were rolled up, and small beads of perspiration sparkled on his light-brown skin. Devon turned to me, looking like a deer caught in the cross hairs of a gun, knowing that he had been caught.
    His face screwed in apology before the words even came out, “I didn't think