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watch the wandering hands.” Despite the admonition, she slipped from his arms and headed for the stairs.
    “No I don’t,” he called after her with a grin. “We’re going to be living together. Get used to me grabbing your ass…” He heard the thump as she tripped on the last step and snickered. “And I expect you to grab mine!”
    Her argh carried through the house and lightened his heart further. Having Shiloh around more was going to be fun.

Chapter Three
    S hiloh braced her hands against the tile she’d washed and rinsed with the nearly empty spray bottle she’d found hidden behind the toilet, then let the water wash over her. The roiling in her stomach hadn’t ceased since Matt hoisted her suitcases and carried them out to the jeep. Though hardly the first time she left the room she’d grown up in, it seemed to have a certain finality lacking in her previous excursions. Before, she left to go to college. Moving in with Matt, no matter how platonic, might be the proverbial straw which broke the camel’s back.
    Sullivans didn’t become wolves. They’d moved to Willow Bend five—no, six— generations before when her great-great grandmother, then a widow, fell in love with a wolf and mated him. She took the bite. None of her three sons had. They married human women, raised human children, and those children married other humans. The Sullivans dirty secret, they were part of a pack but they would never fully embrace being a pack. Her great-great grandmother passed away when Shiloh was a baby. She’d never known her… I can’t imagine your children rejecting everything about your lifestyle was fun.
    No one in the family referred to her, especially not Delia. Shiloh’s mother resented the wolf side of the family for reasons beyond comprehension. Shaking off her sorrow, she finished washing her hair and rinsing away the aggravation of the day. At least with Matt, Shiloh might be able to relax for a few minutes without worry the next words out of her mouth would draw in a cold front as her family froze her out.
    After showering, she toweled off and scowled at Matt’s bathroom counter. Products skewed across the marble countertop and hair littered the inside of the sink from where he’d shaved. The trash can was full. She’s already hung up the wet towels waiting on the floor. The whole place reeked of humidity and male. Tucking her towel at her breasts, she checked beneath the sink. No cleaning products, only empty containers of shampoo, conditioner and dead plastic wrapping from toilet paper.
    Geez.
    Opening the bathroom door, she padded toward the kitchen.
    “Feel better?” Matt asked as she passed him.
    “I was…until I saw your sink. I already cleaned the shower, but we need more cleaner.” She gaped at the sink full of dishes. Later. Crouching, she opened the doors to the storage beneath. Testing the containers she found one mostly empty bottle of dishwasher detergent, a dead and fossilized sponge, some scrubbing powder—also mostly empty—and some insect spray. Really?
    Something in the back looked suspiciously like it used to be paper towels, but it had been soaked through then dried out. Capturing it with two fingers she tried to tug it free and of course it stuck to the spot.
    “Um, Shi?”
    “Do you not have anything to clean with? At all?” She claimed the scrubbing powder, then checked the dead sponge. It was like a rock. If she soaked it in some hot water, it would work.
    “Yeah there’s stuff in the bathroom.” His voice had a faint uncertain quality to it. “Um, Shi?”
    Standing, she tried to balance the cleanser and sponge while catching her towel when it tried to slip. “Your bathroom is nasty, Matt. I thought you were a wolf, not a pig.”
    At the stove, Matt stood, a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other, staring at her. “You—um—don’t have to clean my place.”
    “If you want me to sleep here, I gotta clean it.” She didn’t even want to think about his