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pack members to help guard her, too. But he couldn’t hide forever. The question was would he wait for Jones to find him? Or go look for Jones? He wasn’t sure what he’d do if their situations were reversed. The instinct to protect a mate was most dominant of all.
    Though staying with her would be the choice of most weres, Trey Williams was a retired Hunter. His impulse would be to go on the offensive. By all accounts, he was a cold and calculating Hunter. Jones smiled. A worthy opponent at last. For now, he’d wait.

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    She finished packing and walked silently to the car, unsure of how to take what had just happened. Between the wolf, the shooting, and the possessive ‘prefer you naked’ speech, she was on adrenalin overload. It was way too much weirdness at one time.
    Leaning her head back against the rest, she curled up in the seat and stared out the window. She had the strangest feeling there was something very important going on that she didn’t know about.
    Something to do with Trey and wolves and shooters and his sudden, total concentration on her. The problem was she’d learned not to trust her instincts. They were wrong about half the time.
    She sighed. Meg and Summer both knew at least a little about what was going on, but it was useless to try to get information out of them if they weren’t willing to talk. She snuck a glance at Trey. He’d clammed up the minute they walked out of the house. There’d be nothing from him, either.
    He reached for her hand, firmly lacing his fingers through hers.
    “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
    “For which part exactly?”
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    blinker to exit town. “The rest of it may not have come out right, but I’m not sorry about it being said.”
    She nodded sagely. “Right. You’d just prefer to have me naked and available all the time.”
    “Yes. No. God.” He clenched his jaw. “This is not just sex. But no, I’d rather not have to share you with anyone. Or anything,” he added.
    “Mmm hmm. Like my business?”
    He shrugged. “You’re good at it. I won’t ask you to give it up.”
    She laughed, but it was a weary sound. “You won’t, huh? Good thing, because I wouldn’t. That’s not even on the table.”
    He smiled. “Believe it or not, I know that.” He shrugged again.
    “But until I figure out what’s going on, someone will have to cover for you. I can protect you better at the house.”
    She wanted to argue, but wasn’t in a real hurry to face the nameless shooter or mysterious wolf again. Right now she just wanted to sleep for the next twenty‐four hours. Who knew getting your window shot out was so draining? She leaned back again and closed her eyes. Just for a minute.
    He gently shook her awake when they arrived, and she blinked at the house in shock. Her grandmother’s house. She got out of the car and slowly walked to the front flowerbeds. They were a mess. She expected to wake up any minute, and actually pinched herself just in case.
    Trey got her bag and walked up the porch steps, giving her a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded and followed him in, stopping inside the door to look around. She vaguely registered that a cleaning crew had been in.
    “This is the house you just bought?”
    “Yes. Do you like it?” he asked, looking nervous. “I thought you would like it. Why don’t you look around?”
    She nodded and walked through the familiar rooms. The only downstairs room with furniture was the library. She paused long enough to see a massive desk and piles of boxes before turning to the stairs. She wondered if she’d find her old room empty.
    Upstairs she averted her eyes from the room she was most curious about and hurried past. First she wanted a look at Tinnie’s room on the 41

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    back corner. It was huge and the obvious choice for a master bedroom, but it stood stark and empty. She wondered