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reached out to touch him, but Jamie danced out of the way.
    'You're serious? You don't even want to try to get to know me?"
    Jamie shrugged, his shoulders hunching up permanently halfway through. “I'm sorry, okay? I told you, I don't date other weres. This was fun, but I have to go."
    He didn't give Ty a chance to reach out for him again. If he let those amazing hands that smelled like his come fall on his skin one more time, he might not be able to ignore the confused-moving-into-pissed expression on Ty's face.
    "See you around,” Jamie said and high-tailed it out of Ty's apartment.
    Too bad Ty was a wolf. Wolves were just on his automatic no list. Such a shame. If Jamie wasn't such a coward, he really could get to like the guy.
    * * * *
    Ty waited three days.
    He spent the first day chewing on anything he could find. He started out with potato chips and moved on to rawhides once he went to the vet to get his dog Rufus. They loved to have a good duck-wrapped rawhide together, lying on the rug in front of the sliding glass door and watching squirrels.
    The second day he drank coffee, which was totally out of character for him, and when he got the jitters he went jogging, cursing Jamie's name with every breath. Ty loved to run as a wolf, but jogging was for insane people.
    The third day he went to the wolf sanctuary where he volunteered. It was a day to take blood samples, and having him there always seemed to calm the wolves. It was while he was watching the most beta male of the pack tuck his tail and duck his head that it occurred to Ty that as the alpha of the pairing it was his job to make Jamie feel safe, and his job to do the pursuing if anyone was going to do it. He was a good hunter, patient and prepared. Why couldn't he get Jamie if he wanted? He was going soft if he really thought that no meant no, especially from someone who could suck him off like that.
    Duh.
    So Ty called Jamie's roommate, Anton.
    "Hey, man, it's Ty."
    "Ty. Oh! Hello, Tyler. I didn't expect to hear from you."
    "No, I guess not.” He'd been pretty rude to the guy, really, showing up, refusing to game, watching movies instead of doing what Anton had clearly expected him to do. “I thought I'd see if you still wanted me to come by and roll up a character."
    "I would very much, yes. I don't have anyone else coming tonight, but you could come make a character and then come back when I have a game going."
    "Cool. Would you like me to bring anything?"
    "Well, I like Coors. Jamie likes chicken wings with bleu cheese if you want any hope of Jamie coming out of his room. I swear under the moon, that boy has no social skills."
    "Oh, hey, I'd hate to leave your roommate out. I'll drop by and get some wings on the way. And some beer for you, of course."
    He kind of felt a little guilty about using Anton to get to Jamie, but he'd try to make it up to the guy somehow. Hell, as obsessed as Anton was with the whole wolf thing, maybe he could take the man to his wolf sanctuary and just show him around.
    He went by the store and got beer before going to the local Wing Stop to get boneless wings and bleu cheese sauce. The smell made his mouth water, and he ended up getting another order to munch on the way. He liked the really hot ones better than the sour buffalo, so he got habanero.
    That was how he ended up with a ring of fire around his lips and a terrible watery eye where he'd rubbed buffalo sauce in it while trying to get rid of the sweat that dripped in his face. Those were some hot wings.
    Anton opened the door and immediately stepped back, eyebrows rising. “What happened to your face?"
    Handing over the closed bag of wings and sauce, Ty summoned up a smile. Or he thought it was a smile. From Anton's horrified expression, he thought maybe it was more a baring of teeth. He just knew it hurt.
    "Can I use your bathroom, man?” he finally asked when Anton just stood there.
    "Shit. Sure. I'm sorry. Come on in.” Anton finally took the bag of wings and let