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and a bathroom.
    It took several trips to unload the car. On the last one she found herself smiling at the sight of Conner with grocery bags in one hand and a flute case in the other.
    He was such a big, masculine guy. Most wouldn’t be caught playing an instrument like the flute, and yet it became another reason he appealed to her. He had the confidence of an alpha and with it, the fearlessness to pursue what interested him.
    Including her.
    Pleasure rippled through her, contentment eroding even the wolf’s edginess. A traitorous curl of longing took up residence in her belly and wound its way around her heart as she and Conner shared the task of putting away groceries. She could get used to being with him like this. If only he could accept all of her.
    Light streamed in through the kitchen window. She didn’t need to read its texture to know how long she had before darkness, not on a full-moon night.
    There was maybe an hour before answering its call wouldn’t be optional. At the moment, she was still in control, and given how calm the wolf felt in Conner’s company, she decided she’d yield to magic and moon early, in the hopes of being able to shift back.
    Conner wouldn’t put off his questions much longer. If she disappeared for any length of time after telling him who she was running from, he might think she’d been abducted.
    “You mind if I explore a bit?” she asked.
    “What you see is basically what there is. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and family room. Out back there’s a grill, some deck furniture and a tire swing, but no hot tub unfortunately.”
    “I meant heading out on one of the trails. I’d like to stretch my legs, maybe do some jogging before it gets too much later.”
    “I’ll go with you.”
    She shook her head. “Alone, Conner.”
    Determination etched every line of his face. The wolf urged her forward in a press of lips against lips and the swipe of her tongue against the seam of his mouth. “I’ll be back. Promise.”
    “It’ll be dark soon.”
    “Full moon tonight. Don’t worry about me getting lost. I’ve done search and rescue work. I’m good at memorizing trails.”
    He moved into her, trapping her against the kitchen counter. His arms went around her, holding her tight as he deepened the kiss the wolf had begun in appeasement, turning it into a carnal expression of human desire.
    She loved his taste, his scent. Loved the hard feel of his muscles and the rigid line of his cock, as well as the fierce protectiveness and growing possessiveness.
    One kiss merged into another, swelling her labia and dampening her panties with need. She would definitely return to him, only necessity demanded she separate.
    They were both breathing hard by the time their lips parted. He rested his forehead against hers. “You sure you want to hit the trails? I can think of other ways to stretch your legs.”
    She laughed. “I think you mean, spread your legs .”
    His smile made her toes curl. “Yeah, that too.”
    “When I get back, we can experiment with your exercise regimen.”
    “Fair warning, it’ll be vigorous. Extremely vigorous.”
    “We’ll put 9-1-1 on speed dial in case you go down then.”
    He touched his mouth to hers before nibbling over to her ear. “Oh, I intend to go down all right, but you’re the one who’s going to pass out.”
    She snorted. “I’ve never passed out in my life, Conner, during sex or otherwise.”
    That just widened his smile. “You will.”
    “We’ll see. After my run in the woods.” She hugged him before using palms to his chest in a gentle request for space.
    He stepped back. And what she felt for him deepened at his willingness to let her go.
    She’d donned shorts and tank top at the motel. She swapped out the sandals for tennis shoes so she could maintain the pretense she planned to jog.
    Contrary to depictions of the change in horror films, werewolves were imbued with genetically tied magic and shifted in a shimmer of it. Whatever