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also reached for her hand. He didn’t seem
to be as practiced as his brother. “Anything the beautiful Maggie
needs, she has only to ask,” he continued before also placing a
kiss on her knuckles.
    Maggie tried to hide the chuckle
wanting to escape and hoped her smile didn’t come out a grimace.
The brothers were potent with their broad shoulders and handsome
faces. She would bet her last dollar that they could charm any
woman with just a look. Too bad she didn’t feel any attraction, not
like when she first saw Slava.
    A low growl sounded behind Zhenya, and
a hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed his wrist. He
immediately released hers and stepped back, dropping his gaze to
the floor. Slava stepped forward, his look cold and completely
focused on the twins. Maggie shivered, a sudden feeling of danger
washing over her.
    “Prepare the cabin for takeoff,” he
directed, his words clipped. An aura of power filled the
space.
    Both men stepped away from him before
hurrying to do his bidding.
    “You must forgive their enthusiasm.”
Slava turned to look at her, his gaze warming. “They are
unmated.”
    His stare searched her face, and
flames licked Maggie’s skin. She looked away, afraid he would
somehow know his effect on her, and clasped her hands together.
“There is nothing to forgive. They are very charming. I found their
behavior…complimentary.” Maggie stared out the window over the back
of the couch. Looking anywhere except at Slava. Feelings of
confusion and desire warred with self-preservation. There was
something wild and untamed about this man.
    “Indeed? Complimentary?” Slava sat
down on the couch beside her and faced her.
    “Uhm, yes. I guess women like the
whole kissing your hand and bowing kind of thing. American men
don’t do things like that any longer, if they ever did.”
    “I see. Then you must allow
me.”
    “Allow you to what?” Maggie turned to
look at him, suddenly confused.
    “To kiss your hand,” Slava said, as he
slowly lifted her hand from her lap and brought it to his
mouth.
    His eyes stared into hers, and she
shivered but couldn’t look away. He held her hand below his lips,
and his warm breath whispered against her skin. Maggie’s breath
caught. He touched his lips to her knuckles in a fleeting caress,
so faint she wondered if anything could ever compare. Then he
pressed his soft lips to her knuckles. Even as he lowered her hand
back down to her lap, tingles raced under her skin, as if somehow
he’d marked her in a way that would never come off.
    She covered her knuckles with the palm
of her other hand, all the time unable to look away from Slava’s
face. He mesmerized her. She didn’t know whether she wanted to hold
onto his kiss or rub it off.
    The sound of someone clearing their
throat finally worked its way into her consciousness. Slava turned
to look at the person intruding on their moment and suddenly she
was free. Maggie blinked. What had just happened?
     
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    What was he doing? Slava
looked up at Zhenya. It was this idiot touching Maggie that had set
him off. No one should touch her, except him. At least, not until
the Christmas ball. It was his job to keep her safe. That must be why his wolf
rushed to the surface wanting to attack the male who dared to put
his hands on her. And the kiss on her hand? He’d needed to remove
any lingering touch left by the young lycan. Shaking his head,
Slava focused on Zhenya.
    “We are about to take off. You need to
put on your seat belts.” Zhenya pointed to the straps on the
couch.
    Zhora already sat in one of the swivel
chairs and belted up. His brother took the other chair. For a
moment Slava had forgotten where they were. He looked over at
Maggie before reaching for his own seat belt. Her face was a rosy
pink, almost as if she blushed. She clicked the belt into place and
then stared out the window.
    He needed to remember this woman was
human and possibly dangerous to the pack. He wouldn’t allow
sentiment to make