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number of magical texts housed in the basement Library. It had been awe-inspiring to be in the same room with so much history and magic. And without the stress and fear caused by her captivity, the Library held even more appeal.
    “I’m thankful to be home safe.” Lizzie’s reply was short. She was never sure how much to tell Harrington. Or how much he wanted to hear. All business, that was Harrington.
    “What can I do for you?” she asked.
    “I hope I can do something for you ,” Harrington replied unexpectedly. “I’ve hired one spell caster to staff the Library, and I’m actively searching for a second. Until I can find another caster, I’d like to offer you a job. And a mentor.”
    Lizzie’s brain immediately started to work through all of the ramifications. Spend time with all of those gorgeous and fascinating books. Definitely good. Spend time away from John. Definitely very bad. Especially given the unresolved question of her role in the Pack and in John’s life.
    “How long will you need someone?” she asked.
    “Not someone—you. I know you’re in need of a mentor. I think it would be a mutually beneficial arrangement and worth the trouble of the temporary move. For both of us.” Harrington paused and then finally answered her original question. “I’m estimating about a month.”
    Mentoring with a spell caster like Harrington was impossible locally. She didn’t have any magical connections in the United States. And casters didn’t exactly advertise. If the information she’d gotten from her European friends was correct, the spell caster community was much smaller in the States. She’d also heard Harrington was unique in the strength and breadth of his talent.
    Certainly, this was an exciting opportunity for all of those reasons.
    Lizzie bit at her lip. The thought of having ready access to someone who wanted to share magical knowledge was incredibly appealing, but her graphic design clients were already somewhat neglected after her recent kidnap adventure. “I’m not sure leaving my business for a month is a good idea.”
    “Did I mention this was a paid position? Technically, you’ll be a consultant. Room, board, flight, and a small stipend for the stay are covered. Your free time is your own. So you can keep in touch with clients during your off-hours, if you choose.” Harrington had an answer for everything.
    Just as Lizzie was about tell him that she’d need a day or two to think about it—and talk to John, but Harrington didn’t need to know that—he added, “I know you’ll need to get Braxton’s permission before you can commit—”
    “I’m sorry. What?” Lizzie interrupted.
    “As the Texas Pack Alpha Mate, any travel across pack territory lines would be approved by the Alpha.” There was a brief silence, and then Harrington said, “I assumed. Probably incorrectly.”
    Lizzie’s eyes narrowed as she looked over at John and her pulse kicked up a notch. He’d been quietly sipping coffee and checking email on his cell throughout her phone conversation. “I’ll get back to you.” Then she hung up on Harrington.
    She really needed to reevaluate her manners these days. Add a little stress and she became a stranger to herself, a rude person. One who cussed. Dammit. She barely recognized herself.
    “What did I do?” John said.
    “Your crazy-keen wolfy hearing didn’t pick up the other end of that conversation?” She still wasn’t sure exactly what he could and couldn’t do. But she’d been in the same room; he should have been able to hear both sides of the conversation with his keen hearing.
    “I wasn’t paying any attention, and I have no idea what Harrington said to upset you.” John’s temper was slow to ignite, but Lizzie may have managed to prime the pump by avoiding “the talk” for two days. He sounded like he might be losing his patience. “I don’t actually try to listen in. Sometimes you just make it impossible to avoid.”
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