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She chuckled. “What are you wearing?”

He looked down. “This.”

She nodded. “Okay. Where do you live? I’ll meet you there.”

He shook his head suddenly. “No… uh… I mean… I should pick you up, right?”

His tone told her he didn’t want her to see his place. “Right. Sorry.”

They stood silently for a moment longer before he kissed her once more. “Thank you for coming. I know this is all quick, but…”

But what? He thought, what she thought? That it was possible they were fated mates? Her spirit self sure as hell thought so.

She backed away from him, but he continued to hold her hand. “I’ll see you at six-thirty then.”

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Wait. Where do you live?”

She walked back to him, pulled his phone from his pocket, and typed in her address. Then she typed in her phone number and let her cell ring once before hanging up and handing it back to him.

Fenrir looked at it, and a small smile twitched his lips.

“What?” she asked.

He looked at her and showed her his phone screen. “Now I know where you live and your phone number. You can’t get away from me.”

She widened her eyes playfully. “I didn’t think of that. Hmmm… maybe I need to take that back.”

She lunged for the phone, but he held it over his head with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, tugging her into him.

She sucked in a sharp breath and rested her palm on his chest.

He bent his head and nuzzled her neck planting soft kisses on her skin. “I won’t let you go, little Goddess.”

Her stomach fluttered, and his words shot straight to her core.Goddess.She’d not been called that in months. “I don’t think I want you to,” she breathed.

His fangs grazed her neck, and he moved to kiss her, but she pushed against his chest and backed away.

“If you kiss me again, I have a feeling I’m not going back to work today, and I have bills to pay, so that’s not an option.” She continued to back toward the door until she bumped into it. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Six thirty.”

She nodded.

“I’ll be there.”

She fought the cheesy urge to let him know she would be waiting for him. But she sure as hell would be.

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Fenrir watchedGrace disappear out the door and then sighed. His beast whined and urged him to go after her, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. She had a job and a life, and he couldn’t interrupt all that just because his beast wanted to mate her and make love to her until neither of them could walk.

Instead, he dialed his father.

Loki picked up on the second ring. “Fenrir. You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“I heard that Rod Hailey turned himself in and confessed to hurting his wife.”

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