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there was already a massive mess of glass shards to clean up, and his cell phone was ringing again. Maybe whoever it was could be his savior.
    “Hello,” he answered in a scratchy voice.
    “H-hello? Did I wake you?”
    Weston glared at the glowing green time on the alarm clock. 6:15 . The answer should’ve been ‘yes,’ but Jean had woken him first. “No. Who is this? No, wait. Don’t tell me.” Talking to a stranger would be better.
    “Okay.” There was a long pause before she murmured, “Are you okay?”
    No. “Yeah, I’m fine, just…” He sank down on the bed and ran his hand over his face. “Do you ever have bad dreams?”
    “Uuuh.” Static sounded on the phone. “Sometimes. I used to have them more when I was a kid.”
    “I never had them until I grew up.”
    “Did you have one tonight?” she asked. Her voice was pretty. Soft and hesitant, but with a clear tone. She probably sang well.
    He should stop talking. He didn’t know her, didn’t recognize her number, and she could be anyone. Hell, she could be one of the vamps or wolves for all he knew. But her question came across the line so easy, as if she did care, and damn, he wanted to believe that someone, some perfect stranger, could ease the tightness in his chest. God knew, he couldn’t talk to his crew about this or how bad it was getting.
    Harper was going to have to put him down someday.
    That thought drew him up short. It felt so true, so final. Someday, he would be driven mad by the sight, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
    “What were your dreams like?” he asked, because he sure as shit didn’t want to detail the one he’d just had to the nice-sounding woman on the other end of the line. Her voice was frail, and she was likely submissive. She wouldn’t be able to shoulder a vision. Pity because, right now, he really wanted to unload on her.
    “I used to have dreams about animals chasing me through the woods. You know the ones where you’re running and running, and you never get tired, but neither does the thing that’s chasing you? And then, right when the animal was on me, right when it was about to bite, I would wake up.”
    “What kind of animals?” he asked.
    “Bears. Always bears.”
    Weston frowned at the wall. Yeah, she definitely wouldn’t be able to handle his dream. Bears weren’t even a blip on his radar of scary animals. There were three bear shifters in his crew, and his dad was a bear shifter. Hell, most of the crew he’d grown up with had massive bruins inside of them.
    Silence stretched on as he laid back on his bed and rubbed his eyes. At least talking to this woman had settled his heartrate some.
    “So,” she drawled hesitantly. “I called for a reason.”
    He stared up at the exposed beams in his cabin ceiling and sighed. Right, she hadn’t just dialed a wrong number to talk to a stranger at the ass-crack of dawn. “Okay.”
    “I heard you have an opening for a scheduling manager for your ATV business. I was wondering if I could fill out an application for it.”
    “Scheduling manager for… Where did you hear that? I haven’t posted for the job.”
    “A Bloodrunner told me. Uuum, Alana.” Her voice went all weak and shaky on her answer. Strike one against her. A scheduling manager not only had to be good with people on the phone, but also face-to-face. Plus, she was going to have to deal with his partner, Ryder, and he was a relentless pervy joker whose brain stem was connected directly to his dick. He would have her crying in no time. Add to that Weston just had a somewhat personal conversation with her, and he in no way wanted to meet her in person. Ever.
    “Sorry, but I’m not hiring at this time.” The line went so quiet, he thought she hung up. He checked the screen of his phone, but the call hadn’t disconnected. “You still there?”
    “Yeah, it’s just, I really need this job.” At least she had a little steel in her voice now, so maybe she wasn’t a