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Duke got hurt because of it, but
in some ways, I think it was better in the long run."
    His mother glared at him. "Not all human
females are like your grandmother McCanlup."
    He sensed that if she could have gotten into
his head to yell at him some more without being overheard, she
would have. He didn't understand why, but his mother and father did
not agree on this issue of out-of-kind mating.
    But she couldn't yell at him that way. The
only one in the family who shared the telepathic link with him was
his brother.
    Duke and their father shared a bond too. It
was even stronger than Ty’s was with Duke. He had to be close to
his brother to reach or to hear him, but Duke and their dad could
be a mile apart and hear each other.
    "Let’s not get into this right now,
Carolyn." His dad had come into the room and towered over his mom
in a protective stance. "You know what they say..."
    He guessed his dad finished the saying about
werewolves mating with humans in his mom’s head because she glared.
She’d liked Leah. A lot.
    "They say men aren’t good for anything but
shoveling horse manure and breeding babies too, but I don’t buy
that either."
    "Um...I didn’t mean to cause a family
fight." Frankie had peeled off her outer layer while they’d been
arguing and her soft brown hair crackled around her head from
static after taking off her stocking cap.
    It was silky fine and she wore it longer
than you’d expect a tomboy like her to keep it. It brushed her
bottom seductively when she walked, something he’d started noticing
when she was about fifteen....and had spent the last eleven years
trying to forget or ignore.
    The rest of her was something of a surprise
too. She was wearing her usual jeans, but they had little red
rhinestone roses on the pockets and down one leg. They hugged her
hips instead of her waist like her old Levi’s and a narrow band of
pale skin showed above the waistband when she reached up to finger
comb her long hair.
    The soft red sweater clung to her curves so
lovingly it didn’t take his wolf eyesight to see the evidence that
she was either still cold or someone was having a profound affect
on her libido. He could smell her stirring arousal and guessed it
was the second. Since he knew she didn’t have a thing for older men
or women, he figured that someone was him.
    The wolf in him sat up and howled and he had
to clamp his jaw tight to stop from snarling his need. He had to
get away from her soon, or all of his plans were going to go up in
smoke from the bonfire of his own stupidity.
    "Frankie, it’s been a long time."
    Ty’s head snapped around at the sound of the
other werewolf’s voice. Kurt Garrick was lounging in the doorway
like he had every right to be there, his mouth crooked in a half
smile, his eyes dark with interest as they rested on Frankie.
    A low level growl rumbled in Ty’s throat.
Too quiet for her human ears to hear, it nevertheless brought a
frown of surprise over the other wolf’s features.
    "Kurt! I didn’t expect to see you here."
Frankie’s obvious delight in his presence irritated Ty more than
Kurt’s intrusion.
    "Same here, gorgeous."
    She smiled at that, her cheeks turning a
delicate pink that made Ty want to do more than growl.
    She crossed the room in less time than it
took him to figure out how to get rid of the other wolf and threw
her arms around Kurt in a hug. He hugged her back, the scent of his
instant arousal hitting Ty like a kick in the gut.
    She kissed Kurt’s cheek and the damn
werewolf kissed her back, his lips coming perilously close to hers.
Ty growled again, this time loud enough to get his best friend’s
attention as well as the wolf sniffing her.
    She stepped back from Kurt, a look of
concern on her face. "Something wrong, Ty?"
    "Just wondering when I’d get my hug."
    He could forgive her the look of surprise
that crossed her features because the last time he’d accepted one
of her hugs gracefully, she’d been fifteen years old.