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of her. Robyn lifted her gaze to watch him ski, efficient as he worked to
    make tracks in the foot of soft snow that lay on the surface of the frozen lake. Something about him fascinated her.
    Like a deer in the headlights of a fast-approaching truck, she was waiting for the impact to knock her sil y.
    The pheromones between the two of them were cooking hot. Before the little ski-pole incident, she thought she was going to end up as a snack. Heck,
    she’d wanted to be nibbled on. Tingles ran al over her body even thinking about Keil and his touch. The way she’d been wrapped up around him when
    she woke this morning, the reaction of his body to her touch. The strange way he was able to comfort her in the middle of the night. The usual
    repercussions from an earache would have her moving slow for the whole day, with a nagging headache to boot. One touch of his hand, a little cuddle,
    and the pain had drained away.
    They were like a stick of dynamite and a Bic lighter. Too much more time together and something was going to blow.
    She sighed as she wished for the hundredth time that Tad were here to bounce ideas off. Her brother. Was he a wolf too? He’d never said anything. If this
    was news to him, was he going to be surprised.
    Of course if he already knew she might have to kil him.
    She could already hear him complain about her acting irresponsibly and doing this trip alone. Tad always said she was going to end up meeting some
    strange wackos in the backcountry. He probably hadn’t thought she’d meet someone who wanted to turn her into a werewolf.
    As they approached the bottom of the pass, Keil stopped and dropped his daypack. Robyn joined him and the two spent a moment enjoying the view, the
    sunshine on the snow, the mountains rising boldly around them. Keil nudged her arm, passing his water bottle after taking a long drink. Robyn saw him lick
    a drop of water left on his lip and a warm buzz shot through her. There was something erotic about sharing a water bottle that she’d never noticed before
    in any previous backcountry trip.
    Robyn took a sip, very aware of Keil’s eyes watching her mouth, watching her throat move as she swal owed. She lowered the bottle slowly and smiled at
    him. This courting business was going to be fun.
    “I’l head uphil . Wait for TJ and make sure that he takes a drink. He’s known for getting dehydrated. Okay?” He brushed his fingers over her lips in a gentle
    caress before turning away.
    Robyn stared as Keil traveled smoothly up the hil on an angle, his powerful body setting the difficult trail with seeming ease.
    Wow. Mates with Mr. Studmuffin. How did she get so lucky?

    Only there was trouble in paradise. Something had happened this morning right before they set out. TJ was upset and he’d been fine until Keil had cut him
    off.
    She was going to find out why.
    It took a few minutes for TJ to catch up. Robyn handed him the water bottle, holding it second longer than necessary to force him to take a close look at
    her. When she was sure that he was watching, she motioned toward Keil with her head. She tapped her fingers together like they were lips speaking.
    TJ bit his lip. “Ah, man, this is unfair. Keil told me to stay quiet. You gotta understand, as a human, he’s my brother and I feel loyalty to him. He’s also the
    most powerful wolf I know, and it actual y hurts to think about disobeying him.”
    Robyn pointed to Keil and herself fol owed by linking her fingers together.
    “Yeah, I know you guys are gonna be joined as mates. That means you’re strong enough that it hurts to think about disobeying you too.” He tilted his head
    to the side and with a pained expression asked, “I don’t suppose I can talk you into letting me off the hook?”
    Robyn felt guilty for pushing him, but there was something here that she needed to know.
    She spoke out loud. Soft but clear.
    “Tel me.”
    “Arghhhhh! Damn. Fine, I’l spil . Keil didn’t tel you the whole truth about