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her away from it all, and Mongo barked at her when they went outside.
    “Do you have food for him?” She whistled for her boy. No way
she’d leave him behind.
    “Absolutely. He’ll be good to go.” He was so warm. So
tempting.
    He slid her into his truck and settled Mongo in the back
seat. Brett was just…strong. Stable. Capable. All the things she’d never found
in a man before.
    Don’t get used to it. One full moon and you’re gone,
Wendy. Jack’s out there and he’ll kill anyone hunting your heart.
    Still, she could take one full moon and make a memory that
would last. That might just be worth all the trouble.

Chapter Seven
     
    Brett kept glancing at Wendy, waiting for her to lose her shit.
The smell in her place had been intense and awful, making him want to chew the
asshole up, so she had to be just ready to pop.
    She was holding it together, though, even if it was by the
skin of her teeth.
    He didn’t push, though. Not here in the truck.
    Damn. She smelled like sadness and he wanted to be holding
her. Loving on her. Giving her a place to chill the fuck out.
    He sped up, zooming toward home. Mongo barked a little,
scratching at the window. Oh someone liked to hang their head out.
    “He won’t jump out. He’s a good boy.”
    “Cool.” Brett distracted himself with putting the window
down, letting Mongo scent the wind.
    They headed up into the mountains, the air getting colder,
sweeter. He could breathe so much better out here, the lingering scent of acrid
male anger fading. He glanced at Wendy, tickled to find her melting back
against the seat.
    Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. By the moon, she was
stunning.
    His heart started a slow, heavy thudding, his body
tightening.
    His lady.
    Wendy moaned softly, hand sliding over his thigh. Every
muscle in his leg went stiff and he was afraid he’d hit the gas too damn hard.
    “Almost there.”
    Her eyes popped open and she pulled away. “Sorry. I dozed
off.”
    “Oh. Sorry. I thought you said something.” Okay, that made him
feel stupid. She’d probably been having a nightmare or something.
    “No. No. Well, maybe.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
    “No worries, honey. You’re in a safe place.” As much as he
wanted to jump her, he wanted her to know she could just relax. That was even
more important.
    “I really need a drink.” And a long bubble bath and a
hard cry. Maybe a hug.
    Her internal voice was like a drug. He almost answered her.
    Almost.
    “I can get you a drink in three minutes.” And he had a huge
tub. She could soak. He could watch. It would be great. Maybe, if he was a good
dog, she’d shave her legs for him. The idea made him want to howl a little.
Maybe a lot.
    They pulled up to the house and Mongo bounced and whined,
tail wagging furiously. The scents had to be overwhelming, for sure. Poor guy.
Brett patted his butt and gave him permission to explore with a single sound.
    “No one will hurt him, right? He’s not aggressive.” Wendy
stepped out of the car, arms around her sides. “The fucker fouled his food
bowl.”
    “No one will hurt either of you. Ever.” He couldn’t stand it
anymore. He had to take her in his arms.
    She looked up at him, eyes glistening and wet. “Not out
here. Take me inside.”
    His proud lady.
    “Come on, honey. You need a bath.” He whistled up Mongo and
lifted her, carrying her into his cabin, away from curious eyes. She looked
shattered.
    Wendy didn’t say a word and he locked them in, taking her
upstairs into his master suite, into the bathroom with its giant whirlpool tub.
The jets took a few moments to get going, so he used that time to strip her
down, trying to ignore the tears streaming down her face.
    He shucked his clothes and then eased them both into the
steaming water, keeping her close, but not squeezing her. He let her float a
little, let the water relax her muscles, let her breathing slow.
    Sweet lady. He hummed, deep in his chest, letting the
vocalization ease them