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“Plain and simple,” she said as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

She’d often wondered what it would’ve been like to be born plain and simple. To not have her big, hazel eyes and bright, multi-faceted auburn hair that so many photographers and fashion magazines had likened to a living flame.

Would she still have made it here now without her once perfect figure and full, pink lips?

She was chubbier now. Older. Grays streaked her hair and crow's feet crinkled at the corners of her eyes. Laugh lines, though not as many as she would have liked, framed her lips.

“Yes, I would still be here,” she said softly, and then again, this time with more conviction. “Yes.”

She pulled clothes out of her closet and dressed quietly. Gary wasn’t here now.

He was not a part of her life. He would no longer dictate how she lived.

Period.

Nodding, she headed back downstairs to thehunky handymanwho was waiting for her. Samantha decided then and there it was okay to be open to new feelings.

Feelings a certain sexy man with a tool belt just so happened to inspire. She was an adult. Perfectlycapable of acknowledging and reciprocating consensual attraction. That’s all this was.

They were strangers. They were good looking. So yeah, it was only natural. But nothing had to come of it.

She could allow herself to feel flattered. That was totally fine.

Yes.

Chapter 4

Michael’s spine tingled with anticipation.

Holy fuck.

His Wolf growled inside his mind’s eye. A deep, low sound that was unthreatening. In fact, it was more anticipatory than anything.

Shit.

That was usually what happened when things were about to go wonky in his life.

Like the time Maya had announced she had needed a haircut and took matters into her own,little at the time, five-year-old hands.

His cheeky daughter had chopped her bangs off clear to her scalp.

Fun times. SMH.

Being a father meant plenty of those, he knew. But this was different. Samantha was not his child.

The sexy normal was tempting him in ways she wasn’t even capable of understanding.

Yet.

It all hinged on the yet.

See, Werewolves were very physical beings. His libido had always been virile, but this went above and beyond the usual physical needs.

Normally, he’d chalk it up to carnal attraction.

Who could blame him? The woman was absolutely stunning, even if grossly misinformed.

What had she’d called him? A handyman?

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