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meant he could easily work in several of the states that restricted weapons.
    “Wait, you are a wolf. Where is your pack?”
    “You know what I am?”
    She blushed, “You smell like wolf.”
    He blinked, “When did you know?”
    “When you came up next to me in the bar.”
    “Wow. You do have exceptionally keen senses.”
    She remained hot pink. “Yes, I actually do.”
    He leaned forward and asked, “What is your animal?”
    Nicia laughed. “I was wondering when you would ask. I am a lion.”
    Braxton blinked and exhaled. “That would explain it. There is something about you that says you are ready to slash or pounce.”
    She rested her chin on her open palms and batted her lashes at him. “I save the slashing and pouncing for special occasions.”
    He grinned. “So, would you care to go dancing at the bar?”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know how to dance.”
    “I can show you. I promise, nothing funny.”
    She got to her feet and reached for the bill.
    He slipped it out of her fingers with a quick move.
    Nicia blinked. “Why are you doing that?”
    “We have spent three hours chatting, that makes it a date and that makes it my pleasure to treat you.”
    Nicia cocked her head. “Thank you?”
    “You are welcome. Now, let’s go instruct you in the fine art of dancing.”
    She found a fluttering in her stomach that spurred a slight smile. The anticipation of fun was so long forgotten it had been hard to recognize it.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Every other word out of her mouth became, “Sorry.”
    Braxton grinned and kept moving her around the dance floor. “If you keep apologising, I will begin to suspect you are Canadian.”
    She laughed. “I am just so frustrated that I keep bumping into everyone.”
    He leaned in and kissed her.
    She froze in place as his lips coasted across hers, sending small trips of sensation through her.
    When he lifted his head, he smiled. “What, no apology for colliding with my face?”
    To her surprise, she was moving with him, dancing easily through the crowd.
    “I believe that that one was your fault.”
    His arms were around her, but his body wasn’t pressed to her in an offensive way. Instead, there was an inch of space between them, rapidly heating up.
    A few other males had tried to cut in, but she had snarled at them and they had left.
    “Did you know that you show fang when you snarl?” Braxton had seemed rather pleased.
    She shrugged. “I suspected as much. I had spent over a year in my other form when the raid occurred. It took a while for me to stop opening parcels with my claws.”
    He laughed out loud, and the noise made her smile again. They were coming faster and each time, something inside her loosened a little. Who knew that something as small as a smile and sense of humour would be so important to feeling like she belonged?
    They danced for hours, until her feet ached. When she was exhausted, she whispered, “I think I need to go back to the Open Heart now.”
    He smiled brightly. “May I escort you?”
    She smiled back. “Please. I have enjoyed this evening.”
    “Me too.” He offered her his arm and they walked out of the bar and through the streets of the Crossroads.
    At the namesake of the Crossroads, he stopped to kiss her again.
    The vulnerable feeling of being kissed with her back exposed caused her to stiffen up. She remained tense until he stroked her back and ran his hand up to cup the back of her neck. The small bit of protection was what she needed. She leaned up on her toes and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, learning as she went.
    She heard him growl low, and his arm tightened around her. She could feel every ridge and muscle of his torso as well as the thick bulge of his erection.
    Nicia held onto his shoulders for balance, but she didn’t need to. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere.
    The moment he bit her lip, she snarled and pushed him back, using her strength to topple him over. She was still in his arms, so she went