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she wore now.
    “Caleb, you remember my sister Mia?”
    Holy shit! He’d just fucked Rory Blake’s little sister six ways to Sunday!
    “Yes, I think I recognise her.” He swept his eyes over her body, remembering how responsive she had been to his touch.
    “Caleb?” Large blue eyes blinked at him in fear. As if he would rat her out to her brother and run the risk of having his balls handed to him on a plate for his trouble.
    “I told you to wait in the car.” Rory let his cool demeanour slide to scold his baby sister but Caleb was too caught up in this latest revelation to crow over it.
    “Maybe I’m sick of being told what to do.” Mia pursed her pretty pink lips, reminding him of the pigtailed nuisance that used to follow him around like a shadow when they were kids. He never did understand her fascination with him, figuring that the pampered princess got her kicks watching a guy fail at life on a daily basis. Well, now she’d had her bit of rough and he’d got to enjoy the sweet revenge of watching embarrassment stain her cheeks.
    Rory glanced at both of them in turn and scowled. “It’s late. I have to get Mia home. I’ll round up some help tomorrow but in the meantime you can stay at mine.”
    “No!” Caleb and Mia chorused together.
    “Thanks, but I don’t think your folks would appreciate a house guest at such short notice.” Caleb could imagine the mighty Blakes’ reaction to him revving up to the estate and messing up their perfectly manicured driveway.
    “I’ve got my own place now and you can’t stay here without heat.” Rory wrapped his knuckles on one of the radiators hanging from the wall. “I owe you for not keeping a closer eye on the place.”
    Caleb mulled the offer over. He was pretty sure his wolf would save him from the cold and he was used to kipping on sofas, or roaming the woods in his animal guise. The thought of being in Saint Rory’s debt didn’t sit well with him either. Then again, the expression of horror on Mia’s face was proving irresistible to his bad boy tendencies.
    “Well, if you insist.” The sadistic streak running in his veins made him accept. The change in her, from the rampant sexual dynamo who’d had her legs slung over his shoulders so he could fuck her that much harder, to this diffident replica, didn’t sit easily with him. If she thought she could treat him like a lesser mortal now just because he’d dared to enter her cosseted kingdom, she could think again.
    He gave them his cheesiest grin and decided he may as well have a little fun while being forced to confront his past.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    “I didn’t know we served ice cream floats in here.” Naomi cocked an eyebrow at Mia across the bar.
    She frowned. Of course they didn’t serve kiddie drinks in this hard liquor pub. Mia shut off the pump and lifted the pint of beer. Only then did she understand the jibe.
    “Oh. Sorry.” The foamy head half filled the pint glass. The customers who frequented The Wild Dog would surely have lynched her if she’d tried to serve it to them.
    Under her boss’s watchful eye Mia corrected her mistake and served a full pint of golden lager to a relieved regular.
    Naomi’s features softened into a smile. “You seem distracted this morning.”
    “Just something on my mind.” Or someone . Mia turned her attention back to retrieving the glasses from the dishwasher, trying not to linger on thoughts of reckless carnal acts or sexy bad boys. It didn’t work. Even now she swore she could smell his heady, earthy scent, reminding her of his naked body pressed tightly to hers. The glass she was holding slipped from her fingers and smashed to smithereens on the tiled floor as her daydream claimed her attention.
    “Shit!”
    Naomi sighed and fetched a dustpan and brush to clean up the mess. “Do you want to share this mind-melting problem before you put me out of business?”
    “It’s fine.” Damn Caleb Jackson! She didn’t get flustered and she