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couldn’t have you, she might have settled for your company, but that isn’t really fey style. If she knew you were a shifter, she would know that you couldn’t be her mate.”
    He stroked her side and sighed. “I honestly didn’t see her as anything more than a friend.”
    “It is one of the most annoying things about shifters. Once their beast dismisses someone, they don’t even show up on their radar. Going through life oblivious to folks who don’t fit into our packs, clans or flocks is one of our more annoying traits.”
    She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Tomorrow morning, we find your computers.”
    “I already did and I dispatched security from the company to go and pick them up. They are going in ready for anything.”
    “Security?”
    “Wolverines. They don’t work well together unless they think they can get into trouble.”
    She chuckled. That was right up there with the most obvious wolverine characteristic. There were two of them on the hunter roster, and they could never be paired together. Fights ensued.
    “When will you know where your computers are?”
    “I know where they are; I just don’t want to risk you by going in myself.”
    She snickered. “Very smart of you to know I wouldn’t let you go alone.”
    “Yes, I am not as dumb as I look. They are at the computer bank at headquarters. Once they get in and grab them, they will call and bring them here.”
    She ran a hand over his abdomen and down over his hip. “Are you interested in killing time?”
    He put his paperwork on the bedside table and focused his drowsy gaze on her. “Time stands still when I am with you.”
    She reached up and pulled him down to her. “Good, let’s stop the clock.”
     
    Sweat was cooling on their bodies when his phone rang. Muttering to himself, Samuel rolled over and picked up his phone, speaking briefly before disconnecting it.
    He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Come on, we need a shower before they arrive.”
    She wrinkled her nose but he was right. Reeking of sex was not the way to greet creatures who were irritated by everything.
    The shower took a little longer than it had to. Samuel was much more forward in his own territory than he had been at the Crossroads. Misty was blushing furiously but squeaky clean when they returned to the bedroom for clothing.
    She needed to do laundry. “Can I borrow a shirt?”
    He grinned. “Of course. We can do your laundry right away.”
    She chuckled. “Good. I will make arrangements to get my stuff from home tomorrow. There seems to be plenty of space to store it.”
    “If there isn’t enough space, we can always build on an addition.”
    Misty smiled. “It won’t be a problem. Again, I have been living in a holding pattern. I haven’t been accumulating things, and that includes clothing. Everything I have is wash and wear.”
    He handed her a navy blue button-down shirt that felt like it cost more than her entire wardrobe.
    “I have to attend formal functions now and then, so I think we will invest in a few dresses for you.”
    She made a face but concentrated on buttoning the shirt and rolling up the cuffs. The shirt hung to her knees, but she could shift out of it and be gone in seconds, so it was fine for meeting with the security officers.
    Samuel was wearing jeans and nothing else, so it looked precisely like they had just been tumbling around in bed. She was wearing what he wasn’t.
    They waited in the kitchen, and when the security force brought in the boxes of computers, she was hydrated and professional.
    Six wolverine shifters came through the door, two females and four males. All looked like they had just missed the fight of a decade.
    The boxes that two of them carried were full of computers and tangles of wires.
    “Here you go, boss.” The small female dropped the first box on the counter and glared at her co-worker to do the same.
    “Thanks, Tabitha.” Samuel grinned and looked over the boxes. He sighed, “It looks like they