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I nod. "They are."

An interested look takes over her face. "Do you have any arts and crafts on offer?"

"We have one woman who teaches the kids drawing and another photography, but we're a little bare on the arts. It's mostly sports and STEM type stuff." I hope this means she's considering offering to run a class or workshop here like I mentioned.

"I'd love to volunteer my services at least one afternoon a week. I can tote things here."

I bounce in my seat, thrilled she'll be around more and thrilled we'll have a new program here. "That would be amazing. The kids would love that, truly. There are a lot of siblings who end up bored and trapped here because they're not interested in sports, but they get dragged along because their brothers or sisters play."

She smiles. "Then let's get something set up. I need a couple weeks to get settled in at the studio, but I should be able to start after that."

I type up a quick memo onto the computer so I can let the others around here know. "That's perfect. It'll give us time to get things prepared and promoted over it, so parents have plenty of time to hear about it and get their kids signed up."

"Great." She digs around in her bag and pulls out a gigantic fucking planner with sticky tabs of every possible color sticking out on every side.

"It's really wonderful that you're willing to do this. Why don't you leave some flyers and business cards, if you have them, and I'll pass them out from here." I can't stop eyeing her planner.

It's so damn big.

She's barely gotten to town and she's not playing around, hitting the ground running. Her flyers are all over town and I've heard multiple people talk about her opening. The town wants this. I think she's going to do well here. And she's proving to have a generous heart, willing to donate her time and supplies to a good cause. It's especially impressive considering she doesn't have a pack's finances behind her.

I'm almost frustrated that she continues to tempt me with every new bit I learn about her. Soon I'll be obsessed. Something I need to work on. Especially with a woman like this. I doubt she'd handle my possessiveness well. That's the one alpha thing I've got spades of. Those I fall for aren't always impressed with that part of me.

I doubt she'll be any different.

Not that I would ever deny her other pack members, not that kind of possessiveness. I like to think it's not the toxic kind or the abusive kind. But it's still a lot to handle. I'm a lot to handle.

And yet somehow not enough.

Chapter Six

Moira

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MY STUDIO IS OVERRUNwith townspeople holding glasses of wine and snacking on the cheeseboard I have spread across one of the tables. I've put together small take-home kits for everyone to give them a taste of what I offer here and have already scheduled a bunch of classes and events over the next few weeks.

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