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“Don’t snoop around my room. I know jack about you and I don’t want you in my private area.”
    “What do you want to know about me? Slade introduced me after your engagement on the kitchen table. You know we’re your mates, from what he told me after you ran off to shower. Your brother placed you in our care at the conclusion of my talk with him before coming here. The arrangement is set. What more is there to know?”
    Her jaw stiffened. Her lips drew into a tight line. Her knuckles paled as her fingers fisted around the towel even more. His grin widened. He reached out and combed a damp chunk of hair away from her breathtaking eyes. She blinked once, twice. The stubborn tension in her expression drained. She pressed her cheek into his open palm and sighed. Ah, yes. She knew her place with him. The wolf never mistakes it mate.
    “Why are you in my room?” Kasa asked. Micah groaned inward as the sensual husk in her voice tingled down his spine. He’d managed to douse his raging hunger only to relive the pain from a short while before. His cock stretched against his jeans, the metal zipper pressing into his sensitive erection.
    “Getting to know you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her lips. “Small place you have here.”
    “I don’t require a mansion. Just a few hundred acres of running grounds to play on.” She lifted her free hand to the back of his and pressed her face firmly against him.
    Somehow, he doubted Kasa didn’t need more. The brief glance he stole of her closet earlier held more clothes than any woman’s he ever had a passing affair with. The books in the chest had been romances. She had home living magazines tucked into the mix. There were no pictures, artwork, or anything that would lend an air of comfort to this place. Her parents had been killed, like all the infant whites’ parents in Hood River on that fateful evening, leaving her a babe in the care of an adolescent Jordan.
    “You need a home, sweetheart. Not a house with land that holds no boundaries.” Kasa closed her eyes. Micah drew her closer to him, wanting nothing more than to hold her. “There is a wealth of freedom to be had through other means. Taking to the wild in search of something to fill an emptiness inside you will eventually get you hurt.”
    “You speak as if you know this personally,” she murmured. Her hand splayed over his chest, the tips of her fingers molding along his pec.
    There was something terribly sad, terribly vulnerable, about his mate at that moment. It caused the protective beast in him to rear. His chest swelled with a heaviness he’d never experienced before. Always so cold, so aloof, this subtle warming startled him. Her innocent exploration along his pecs begged him to forgo duty to spare her feelings. He suspected only his mate could soften his steeled resolve, but so soon?
    Micah cleared his throat. Now wasn’t the time to soften. Not until he leashed his wild white wolf.
    He grabbed the knob on the nightstand drawer again and slid it open. The sudden shift in his attention jolted the little woman from her calm. Kasa’s eyes flew open as she looked up at him then turned her gaze to the nightstand. She twisted out of his arm and stumbled between him and the drawer, viciously swatting his hand away. Micah arched a brow as she tried to close the drawer with her hip.
    “Bastard,” she spat. “That’s none of your business!”
    “What are you hiding?” He watched the rose in her cheeks darken, the grim line of her mouth whiten, and the golden light of her eyes smolder with an erotic secret. The air suddenly thickened and a new scent struck him hard, sending his senses into overload.
    “Damn, woman. You’re fucking aroused.”
    A deep, threatening rumble touched his ears. The sexually charged sound piqued his own desires. Ribbons of emotions curled through her eyes as they lowered to his mouth.
    “You’re blushing profusely. I’m tempted to bring you outside for a