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“I’ll be back with your order in a few minutes.”
    Shane’s nostrils flared, and he grinned. “Can’t wait.”
    The last thing Scottie saw before she fled his general vicinity was a satisfied smirk. What a jerk . There was nothing worse than a good-looking guy who thought he was hot shit. She rolled her eyes at the bar and grabbed the tray of drinks. The glasses clinked together sloshing the beer over the edges.
    “Ease up, baby,” her aunt said. “You okay?”
    “Yes. No.” She set down the tray and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
    “So is that man over there eyeing you hard.”
    “Tig!” Scottie shook her head. “He’s messing with me.”
    “Oh, honey, I can tell from waaaaay over here that the man thinks you’re sexy as hell.” She winked. “And from just a few feet away, it’s very easy to tell that you think he’s majorly doable.”
    Scottie smacked her aunt on the arm. “I’m not going to be one-night entertainment for an arrogant shifter just passing through the area.”
    “Your loss,” Tig said. She cupped her niece under the chin. “You know I only want you to be happy. Your mom has made you too uptight.”
    Scottie ignored the remark about her mom. For sisters, Lin and Tig Monroe were opposite ends of the coin. Her mother stayed away from the customers. She preferred to handle the business side of the bar and motel. But Tig, even with Tony around, relished the attention.
    Scottie held up two fingers. “I need a draft and two shots of bourbon.”
    “With a barmaid on the side?”
    “Control yourself,” Scottie said.
    “Loosen up, kitten ,” Tig replied with a knowing smile.
    Scottie grabbed the tray of drinks from the bar again and fled before Tig could add more. Jesus. It was turning into a night of running away.

Chapter Three
    The more Shane watched Scottie, the more he wanted her. His blood pulsed with the need to possess her. Every time she glanced his way, her lightly bronzed skin pinked up with a blush that made him want to strip her naked and ravish her right in the middle of the crowd. Her sumptuous curves made his stomach dip and his cock hard. Earlier, when he’d gotten near enough to tap her shoulder, the strong scent of booze and shifters faded until all he could smell was her earthiness—a combination of jasmine and ripe oranges. Fresh, sweet, and sexy as fuck.
    And the moment his fingers had grazed her shoulder, damn, it was as if someone rang the Mine! gong in his head.
    Shit, what’s wrong with me?
    He wanted her like he wanted the girl next door when he’d been a horny, post-pubescent teenage virgin. Only a thousand times more intense. It had been a long time since high school, and he’d been with many women since his first time, but as he stared at Scottie, his beast wanted her to be the last.
    If he got himself killed tomorrow, his beast might get his wish. That is if Scottie could be seduced. He could tell that he turned her on. He was keenly aware of her body’s reactions, from the hardening of her nipples to the sweet musk of her desire. Would she want more than he could offer? He couldn’t give her a lifetime, but he could give her a single night of passion.
    He wanted to keep his mind and gaze off Scottie, but it was impossible. When she bent over to pick up a napkin that had fallen from her tray, Shane’s mouth watered as he unabashedly stared at the two round globes of deliciousness. God! He wanted to sink his teeth into that ass. Well, more than his teeth. The more he watched, the more he tried to convince himself that he could keep their night casual. He’d had lots of one-night stands. This would be more of the same. Right? His body agreed readily, even if his heart argued that this woman deserved more. She deserved everything.
    Scottie returned to the bar and grabbed the tray with one beer and two shots. Shane’s order. He clenched his fists to control his racing heart. His claws slipped forward, digging into his palms. The pain was a