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dripped from the gray wolf’s snout and his head turned towards the tan wolf that lay limp.
    Shit.
    Now I had to dispose of a shifter body.
    I looked back to the gray wolf who looked me over carefully. It unsettled me a bit, to watch amber yellow eyes take in my body with recognition.
    “ Hey Dash,” I said, looking away and trying to fill the awkward silence.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    I sat on the edge of the tub in my adjoining bathroom and tried to act like I wasn’t in pain. Kneeling before me, shirtless and covered in dirt, was Dash. He was cleaning the deep scratches that the black wolf had left on my torso with cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. We had barely said anything since he showed up and it ate away at me that his face looked hardened with anger.
    Was he angry to see me? If so, why did he peel my tattered shirt off and push me into the bathroom without a word to clean my cuts? He wasn’t looking at me and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was even more beautiful than I imagined he would be. His tan was much darker than I had seen and his scruff had evolved into a beard. When we were teenagers he always sported a five o’clock shadow, but this increased his sexy factor to a new height.
    The definition of his muscles was more defined and rock like. Shoulders were broader and filled in. He had upgraded from a six pack to an eight. He was everything I could ever imagine in a man’s body and just like the first time I saw him some six years ago, I physically couldn’t stop myself from being in awe.
    I watched as his sinewy, calloused fingers wiped blood from my side. It still amazed me that someone so rough could be so gentle. I much more preferred when he was rough in the bedroom, but this was nice too.
    “ Ouch,” I let out, as he dragged a cotton ball across a particularly deep cut.
    “ Stop moving,” he commanded, his voice heavy with stones.
    “ You stop…that,” I responded, mentally smacking my forehead.
    Dash peered up at me and his hazel eyes swam like solar systems. He held my gaze for a moment and I couldn’t look away. These were the eyes I had been prepared to stare at for the rest of my life.
    Then he pressed the cotton ball deeper into my wound.
    “ Hey,” I said, grabbing for his hand. He caught my wrist with his free hand and forced it to my side. His forcefulness stopped my breath in its place.
    “ Unless you want an infection I wouldn’t try to stop me.” He lowered his head and went back to work.
    “ Try?” I repeated to him. He said nothing. Dash had always prided himself on being the big rescuer, especially when it came to me. It seemed like history had a habit of repeating itself.
    I rolled my eyes. “I bet you feel high and mighty right now.”
    He usually did.
    “ Nope.” Was all he said. Yeah, he was mentally patting himself on the back.
    “ So, saving my life, just like when we were teenagers, doesn’t make you want to say ‘I told you so’?”
    Dash gripped the sides of the tub and clenched his jaw. “No, it doesn’t. It makes me want to ask what the hell you’re doing back here.”
    “ Excuse me?” I nearly yelled, shock and disbelief flooding over me from his words. “Did you seriously just ask what I’m doing back in my home town?”
    “ You’re back for ten minutes and already you’re almost killed.”
    Rage replaced the air in my lungs and it burned me from my core. I was on my feet and pushing to get past him. I knew it was a mistake to come back here.
    His tree trunk arms barricaded me in place. I tried to push him aside, but for all my strength he could have been a wall.
    “ You think I asked for that back there?” My voice held every ounce of malice I could muster. “How was I supposed to know rogue wolves would attack me the second I arrived?”
    Dash wouldn’t meet my eyes and instead bore his gaze into my bare shoulder where he left the mark.
    “ You shouldn’t be back at all. For this very reason.” His voice was flat.
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