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    Again, something about her beckoned him with a magnetic pull. As if she sensed his presence, she glanced toward the window. His head automatically snapped back, but not before he saw her lovely violet eyes. He closed his and her image clung, imbedded, every inch of her streamlined body and beautiful lavender eyes. His keen hearing honed in on her rushed steps, stopping at the window. He moved sideways and melted his backside against the house.
    “Hey, where are you?” Trevor slammed into his head.
    “Kind of busy at the moment.”
    “Well, I know it’s not with a woman, God forbid. So, you need some help. I can’t sleep and wanted a companion for a midnight run.”
    “I need to sort a few things out, but wait for me. I’ll need a midnight run the way it’s going.”
    “Ten-four.”
    After seeing Ms. Bentley, all of Ms. Bentley, Chance might even take matters into his own hands. Running would definitely help wear him out, but not the curious building urge for this woman. He heard her rustle the curtains and walk away. Chance took another peek. She’d drawn the curtains completely, blocking any view.
    Damn! What the hell am I thinking, spying on a nude woman from outside her window?
    His jeans remained an uncomfortable barrier against the blazing heated rod beneath. Ms. Bentley’s bare-skinned pelt embraced his brain, only making matters worse. He scanned her yard and ambled slowly around the house, sticking near the walls. By now it was midnight and definitely time for a run with Trevor.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Olivia rose at five, like every morning. Stretching her arms above her head, she bent over and touched her fingers on the floor, pleasantly surprised at the absence of pain from the knock-down she got by the huge black male wolf. Her wolf . There he was, in her head again. She’d fallen asleep thinking of him and he still imbued her mind this morning.
    She pulled her pajama top over her head, flicked on her bedside lamp, and looked down. No marks, nothing marred her skin. She touched her breasts, no pain. It didn’t make any sense. Pain and bruises, like the two she wore last night, didn’t simply get up and leave.
    The scene of her late night visit needed checking after daylight, if only to prove her incident actually happened. But first, she would see Lacey off and do morning rounds for her refuge residents. She dressed in her favorite black jeans, T-shirt, and grey hooded sweatshirt for the early morning chill. Olivia tapped on Lacey’s door.
    “You up, sis?”
    “Almost dressed and definitely ready for coffee,” Lacey confirmed.
    Olivia listened through the closed door, hearing her sister packing and rummaging around the guest room. She hurried into the kitchen, started coffee brewing for Lacey, and heated water in a kettle for her own morning green tea. She warmed applesauce muffins from her pantry. Everything was ready before Lacey rolled her suitcases into the kitchen.
    “Here, sis.” Olivia handed Lacey a steaming cup of coffee and set a warm muffin on the table. “Sit for a minute before you take off.”
    “Yum, smells enticing in here.” Lacey sat down, cupping her hands around the coffee mug, flashy red painted nails clicking together. She held it close to her lips, blowing on the hot liquid and then taking a shallow sip, followed by a longer sip. “You make the best coffee.”
    “It’s an organic blend and I’ve told you how you can order it for yourself.” Olivia stirred her tea and took the chair across from Lacey.
    “I wish I could stay longer and make sure you hold up your end of the bargain.” Lacey stared over her mug at Olivia.
    “I’ll hold my coerced promise and let you know how it all falls apart.” Olivia chuckled.
    “Nice. No wonder you have no one knocking down your door. They’re rejected before they even get near the place.”
    “Now you’re getting it. This is the last time, Lace.”
    Lacey drained her coffee and set the empty mug in the