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along her arm and stared at the ceiling as she nestled against him.
    She chuckled and played with the stubble on his chin. “Let me guess. You’re not the type who likes to cuddle after sex.”
    He glanced at her with the corner of his eye and didn’t bother denying the truth. “After sex, I’m gone.”
    She lifted onto her elbow and studied him. “Should I be flattered that you haven’t dashed out of the room by now? Or called me a cab?”
    “We don’t have any cabs in Forever.”
    He wanted to tell her she was different, that she wasn’t like the other women he and Blane had shared. He wanted her to know that every woman before her was just a placeholder, someone to quench their sexual needs until she came along. Hell, he wanted her to stay longer than the time it took to cuddle. He never wanted her to leave, but she wasn’t ready to hear his declarations of love yet.
    Besides, he had Blane to consider. Once his brother found out that he’d already had a romp with their mate, he’d get an earful, maybe even a slug or two, about screwing with their plan. He’d have to remind Blane that it was his plan and, although he’d gone along with it in the beginning, he’d had enough of simply watching her. Now that he’d enjoyed what she had to offer in bed, he’d be damned if his brother or anyone else could keep him away from her.
    She sighed and laid her head on his chest. Without warning emotion clogged his throat. The simple movement of laying her head on his chest undid him. Suddenly he felt protective of her, as though with that one move she’d placed all her trust in him.
    “Well, then, how do we plan on getting me back to the rental house?”
    The words offering to let her stay were almost past his lips before he managed to hold them back. She wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment even if he and Blane were. “Who rented the house to you?”
    He played with her hair, spreading it over his chest and under his chin. What would it be like to wake up with her silky strands across his face?
    “A man named Mr. Richmand.”
    He frowned but kept the growl from his lips. Dick Richmand was an asshole of a vampire who liked renting his house to unsuspecting females he planned to glamour and seduce. “Seen him much?”
    She shook her head, the slight gesture rubbing her cheek against his chest. “Not since he gave me the key. Why?”
    Someone must’ve clued in the skuzzy vampire and told him about the Rawlins brothers and their connection to the woman renting his house. Otherwise, Dick would’ve already made a move on her. The tension that had set up shop in his neck eased. At least the vampires that lived in Shatland were smart enough to stay away from a werewolf’s future mate. But he still felt the need to warn her.
    “Stay away from him.”
    “Why? He seemed pleasant enough to me. Kind of weird, but friendly.”
    “Just do as I say.”
    She sat up fast. “I’m sorry, but did you just give me an order?”
    Yes. “I’m telling you he’s no good.”
    “And what if I decide I want to hang out with him? Maybe even cook him a meal to say thank you for stocking the refrigerator and cupboards?” Her dark eyes flickered with irritation as she arched an imperious eyebrow, daring him to repeat his mistake.
    Reese, however, wasn’t one to admit he made mistakes. He folded an arm under his head and kept his expression serene but firm. “I’m telling you to stay away from him.”
    Her other eyebrow joined the first one. “Are you for real? You’re seriously lying there with a smirk on your face and ordering me around?
    A smirk? He wasn’t smirking. He frowned, confused by her belligerence. “Charlie, calm down. Be smart. Be safe. Listen to me.”
    Her eyes had grown bigger and her mouth had dropped open as he’d spoken, but he hadn’t told her anything different than before. So what was with the big reaction? She glared at him as though he’d told her to get on her hands and knees and mop the