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“These need cleaning,” he said quietly.

“They’re already half healed.”

“They’ll heal faster if they’re clean.” He opened an antiseptic wipe. “This might sting a little.”

I tried not to focus on how good he smelled or how his fingers were sending little sparks of electricity up my arm as he took care of my wounds. The last thing I needed was to jump him in his office. Although that desk did look sturdy?—

I cut that thought off hastily when his nostrils flared at the sudden burst of lust thrumming through our bond. Damn werewolf senses.

“So,” he said as he dabbed at my knuckles. “Want to tell me what happened?”

I reluctantly explained how I’d followed Wheeler into the coffee shop and the ensuing chase.

“Helen and Priscilla were in the coffee shop?” Samuel’s voice held a dangerous edge.

“Yes.” I clocked his expression. “Wait. You don’t think they have something to do with this case, do you?”

“It’s just strange that they’d be there.”

I wrinkled my brow. Amberford wasn’t exactly a metropolis. Priscilla and Helen being in that coffee shop may have been pure coincidence.

“I was more surprised to see Marcus Holt with Camilla,” I admitted reluctantly.

Samuel blinked, nonplussed. “Priscilla’s son was with Camilla?”

“Yeah. That’s how I lost Wheeler. Camilla accidentally bumped into me.”

“Interesting.” He finished cleaning my hands and indicated my elbows. “Those need attention too. So do your knees.”

I tried to pull away. “They’re fine.”

His expression darkened. “Stop being stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn. I’m being practical.” I gestured at my clothes. “Unless you want me to take these off in your office?”

It was the wrong thing to say.

Samuel’s pupils dilated. The mate bond sparked with sudden heat.

Desire coiled through my veins. My breath caught when he cradled my face and leaned in to kiss me.

Someone knocked on the door.

Samuel closed his eyes and cursed under his breath before reluctantly letting go of me.

“Come in,” he growled.

Hugh stuck his head in. “Am I interrupting?” he asked innocently.

“Yes,” Samuel snapped.

“No,” I said self-consciously. I flushed at Hugh’s small, knowing smile.

“What is it?” Samuel said impatiently.

“Barney says the investors’ meeting is starting soon.”

Samuel glanced at his watch. “Dammit.” He studied me with a frown, his eyes dark with concern. “Do you think you can get home okay?”

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