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I shook my head. “No. Give me your keys.”

“Dude, you’re naked.”

It was then I looked down at myself. “FUCK!” I shouted, agitating the horses.

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the barn and walked me in the direction of the bunkhouse.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on.” His usually playful demeanor was all seriousness.

I ran a hand through my hair. “We woke up, and I told her I was an enforcer.”

“Fuck. That’s a lot to lay on a human. That could be overwhelming.”

“She knew about what I did to the guy who hurt my sister, and she was okay with it. It was when I told her I was after her boss, Chapman, that she got pissed.”

“Chapman’s the guy you’re looking for?”

I nodded.

He pushed me into the main room of the bunkhouse, the front door wide open. “Go get some clothes on.”

“I need your truck to go after her.”

“Not without fucking pants you’re not.”

I huffed into my bedroom that still smelled like Lyssa and tugged on some jeans. I came back out as I buttoned a flannel over my chest.

“Give me your keys.”

He shook his head. “Where are you going to look for her?” he pressed. “Women need time to cool off.”

I growled.

“She’s not a shifter, Johnny. Driving off in a truck is like going for a run for us. She’ll be back.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “She’s my mate. My marked mate.”

He grinned. “Yeah, congrats.”

I glared. No congrats because she wasn’t fucking here. “I didn’t even get around to telling her what being marked means. She’s out there” –I pointed out the front door– “thinking I used her.”

“Did you?”

I flung my arms up. “No! I scented her, and there was no looking back.”

“But you still are looking for Chapman.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Let me guess, my brother told you to pump her for intel.”

My eyes widened. “Yeah.”

He sighed. “Until she cools off, dude, you’re fucked.”

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