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wooden door with his fist.
    “Go away,” Saber snarled, albeit a muffled snarl.
    Busy. Too bad. Felix pounded on the door again.
    “Unless the sky is falling come back in two hours,” a feminine voice said. His sisterin-law Emily.
    “The damned sky is falling,” Felix snapped. “Get decent and come out.” He heard whispered conversation between his brother and his mate. “I’ll make coffee,” he said but only retreated when there were definite sounds of movement from within the bedroom.
    Felix stopped by his bedroom and changed into work clothes. A red bruise stood out on his arm and he smiled, liking the souvenir of his night spent with Tomasine. Felix pulled on jeans and shrugged into a faded T-shirt before heading for the kitchen. 38
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    He dumped the old coffee filter into the rubbish and topped up the reservoir with fresh, cold water. After opening the fridge and peering at the contents, he grabbed a loaf of bread, some butter, marmalade and jam and put them on the granite bench top. By the time Saber and Emily made an appearance, the coffee was ready. Felix poured three mugs of coffee and placed them on the table. Without being asked, he grabbed the jar of Vegemite from the pantry, set it next to Emily’s plate and sat to wait. Saber took a sip of his coffee and glared at him. “We weren’t ready to come out. What the hell is so all-fired important that you needed to interrupt us?”
    “I’m pretty sure that Tomasine Brooks is a shifter.”
    Saber blinked but didn’t react straightaway.
    “Peeping Tom?” Emily demanded. “She’s the reporter.”
    Felix nodded.
    “How do you know?”
    “Her scent,” Felix said.
    “How could you smell anything other than that perfume she wears?” Saber took another sip of coffee. “She reeks of the stuff. Every respectable shifter in Middlemarch can smell her coming.”
    “Even I can smell her,” Emily said. “And I’m plain, ordinary human.”
    Saber drew her close and pressed a kiss on her lips. “Nothing ordinary about you, sweetheart.”
    They shared a grin that a few days ago would have driven Felix from the house. But now after spending the night with Tomasine, his heart clamored for the same intimacy with his mate.
    “I think she’s a shifter like us,” he reiterated.
    “Did you question her?” Saber asked.
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    Emily reached for a piece of toast and placed it on the plate he’d set out for her. She added butter then reached for the Vegemite. After opening the jar, she slathered the thick black yeast spread over her toast. Felix winced. He’d never liked the stuff.
    “Stop staring at my mate and answer,” Saber snapped.
    “He stares like that every morning,” Emily said, unconcerned. “It’s the Vegemite. You should be used to it.”
    “I wanted to talk to you first,” Felix said, ripping his gaze off Emily when she lifted a triangle of toast to her lips. “There must be a reason she’s hiding from us all. A reason she’s here in Middlemarch.”
    “Then why did she write a story about sightings of black cats?” Emily asked. Felix heard a vehicle pull up outside the house. “Sounds like Leo. He told me he was spending the whole weekend in Queenstown.” His younger brother stalked into the kitchen with a scowl on his face. Felix took that to mean he hadn’t located his mate. A surge of sympathy filled him. He knew what it was like—the yearning, the desperate need. Shit, facing up to the fact a mate was out there was bad enough, but not being able to find them when every sense screamed they were near was worse. Felix stood to grab another mug and poured coffee into it. He handed it to Leo and returned to his seat.
    They all stared at each other in silence for a while. His older brother Saber appeared full of satisfaction while Leo looked as though he might hit the next person who spoke to him. Felix sipped his coffee, his thoughts slipping to Tomasine. He’d never particularly liked secrets. Time