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moved back inside. “No. If the snow has slowed in the morning, I’ll go then.”
    She frowned. “I’m no expert, but that sounded like gunshots.”
    He nodded. “We’ve never had gunshots here.”
    Her eyes widened. “Then more reason to find out what’s going on, don’t you think? What if someone’s in trouble?”
    He grabbed his cell phone from his pants and made a quick call.
    “Bastien, can you take a look around the river? I heard gunshots.”
    He watched Kira as he spoke. She limped towards the bedroom. He struggled with his emotions. He wanted her badly. The animal and need inside him fought hard to be let loose. The mate. His lion wanted his mate. Kira.
    Memories of his youth flooded his mind. When he’d been a boy, he’d watched his father and Luna spend most of the time together. It was one of the things he’d appreciated. The knowledge that his dad had lived in happiness with her made Luke happy.
    He should leave Kira alone while her foot healed and stop being such a pervert. Stop thinking about his desires and concern himself with other things, like who the fuck was shooting on his property. It was hard to do. She’d infiltrated his system and lodged there. It wouldn’t be easy to convince her to be his mate though. She was human and as far as he could see, a stubborn one. Something he liked in her.
    Other than the sounds of wood creaking, the house was quiet. He did a perimeter check in the inside and decided he’d check in the morning.
    His bedroom was off limits. She needed to sleep. Not that he could sleep right now, but his basic needs were mounting hard. The guest room on the second floor would be his quarters for the night. He couldn’t imagine sleeping near her. Fuck. He couldn’t imagine being in the same cabin with her and not be balls deep inside her.
    His cell phone rang. He frowned at the quick call back from Bastien.
    “What’s going on?”
    “Luke,” Bastien yelled. The wind howling made him sound like he was in the middle of a massive storm. “I tried to go out, but the weather’s bad. I’ll go out in the morning. I got as far as the driveway. There’s enough snow here to make a city of snowmen.”
    He already knew that. “Thanks for trying. Get yourself safely inside.”
    “You got it.”
    “I’ll go out in the morning as well. I need to know why I heard gunshots,” he said, turning on his shower. He didn’t want to remove the scent of Kira off his body, but if he didn’t, he’d end up going to her room and taking her repeatedly through the night.
    He didn’t think she’d appreciate that, seeing as how she’d shut the door to his bedroom and locked it behind her. Not that the flimsy lock would keep him out, but he knew what she was trying to convey. Time. She needed it.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    FOURTEEN
     
    He bit her. That son of a bitch bit her and gave her some kind of virus that made her horny as fuck. She needed her phone. She had to look up what he’d done to her. Dammit. Fully dressed again, she glanced around the bedroom with frustration. The guy was so damn neat she could see nothing out of place. Of course that meant he also had no electronics in his bedroom. What kind of man didn’t own a TV?
    Had she not been struck stupid by his amazing cock and tongue, she could have asked to use his cell phone instead of worrying about how good he looked naked.
    She slipped between the bed sheets and sighed. Tomorrow she’d ask for his phone. She could look up Carly’s number from the company website. It was damn sad she didn’t know any other cell phone numbers, but who memorizes info in their phone—that’s why we have the phone, so we don’t have to remember. She’d relied on her phone like a lifeline. Now she didn’t have it and didn’t know how to live. As it was, her fingers itched to check her emails.
     
    * * *
    The following morning, she walked out of the bedroom with purpose. Her ankle wasn’t hurting as much. The purple was changing

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