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powerful truck. She shivered, seeing the parallels between herself and the little yellow car. It wasn’t PC, girl-power or whatever crap title they were tagging onto it these days, but she’d give anything for a big, physically powerful guy to take care of her for a while.
    Which led her right back to watching Kyle Roberts. He moved with a grace and fluidity she’d seen amongst dancers on set, but his frame was way bigger. Men that tall were usually ungainly, as though they struggled to interact with the world around them. Not Kyle. He moved as though he was the centre of the universe and everything revolved around him in an intricate dance. A sense of rightness added allure to every movement as he ratcheted the holding straps over her car tight, almost sending her ovaries into spontaneous combustion as the muscles stood out in high relief on his bare arms.
    Early twenties…twenty five at the most. Way too young for her, she told herself as she nibbled her lip, but all she could think about was those strong arms wrapped around her. About peeling that tight t-shirt from what she could tell was a ripped body and running her hands over work-hardened muscles.
    Wolves’ve got great stamina…they’re like superman in the sack.
    Kelli’s voice, giggly and happy after her marriage to Stratton’s pack alpha last year, came back to haunt her and Kristen was forced to bite back her moan. A hard body built for loving and stamina to boot. She could put up with the wet dog smell, if the problem ever arose. She was way more interested in something else rising though.
    “Ms. Mann?” Kyle’s gravelly voice was almost a growl as he looked up from what he was doing, his blue eyes stained with amber. She held her breath, watching the struggle there as he carried on, his words strained but polite. “I’m almost done here. You wanna get in the cab for me?”
    Cab. With him. Stamina of superman.
    Her sex-starved brain latched onto the three thoughts and held on like a pitbull. Nodding, she turned on her heel and headed for the front of the truck, but before she could clamber up, he was there, his big hands wrapped around her waist as he lifted her easily into the cab. Murmuring her thanks, she had to give him credit. His hands didn’t linger, nor did he make the sort of crass comment she might have expected from any other guy. But then, she had been surrounded by creeps like Todd Stone for the last month, so her expectations were a little skewed.
    She settled onto the utilitarian bench seat, the thin padding a passing nod to some kind of luxury, and flipped the shade down quickly as he walked around the front of the truck. Checking her reflection she wrinkled her nose. Her makeup, subtle and barely there, hadn’t migrated with the heat so that was a bonus, but her hair was edging out of sexy and tousled territory and right into untamed mess. She sighed, flipping the shade up as he opened the door and hauled himself into the driver’s seat. It would have to do. At least she wasn’t at the bag over the head stage. Yet.
    The drive back into town was quick, a charged silence falling between the two of them as she searched for something to say. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on her. Her life was built on networking and the ability to communicate, and she’d spent countless hours mostly naked simulating sex with the world’s hottest actors yet here she was, struggling to start a conversation with the first seriously hot ‘real’ guy she’d met for years.
    His big hands moved on the wheel, firm and controlling as he finally swung the truck into place by the garage she dimly remembered. She’d spent most of her childhood in nearby Stratton but trips to Katy, nicknamed ‘bear country’ because of its resident bear-pack, had been few and far between.
    “So…how’s a werewolf end up working in a bear town?”
    She found her voice as he cut the engine, debating going for sultry but deciding against it. She was at least ten