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elevator, Lyla in tow. She remained quiet, but was a continuous presence as he navigated the posh halls of the Hilton. A special key card gained him access to the appropriate floor, and she seemed relieved when she watched him slide it home.
    “I take it he’s not that smart?”
    She blushed, a pale pink staining her lightly tanned cheeks. “Strong? Yes. Smart? Not so much.”
    He chuckled, and she smiled in return. And what a smile it was. His cock sure appreciated the dimples that popped in on her cheeks and the way her pale green eyes seemed to sparkle in the elevator’s low lighting. He realized he was in a lot more trouble than he’d initially thought.
    Weres coming after his hide? No problem. Been there, done that and got the scars to prove it.
    Spending the night in a room—hell, the bed, now that he thought about it—with a woman made for loving and fucking, and not doing either? Impossible.
    He sure as shit hoped the were hadn’t frightened her too badly and that the gentle smile and curious glances she passed his way were in interest.
    Michael checked his watch—and her ass—as he stepped off the elevator. It was already two in the morning, and she had an ass that about made him drool. And he wasn’t even part dog.
    It didn’t take long to get to the room, slide the key into the slot and open it for her. Just as she passed by him into the suite, the door down the hall opened, and Raul poked his head out.
    “Hey, bro.”
    Michael waved at Raul, his brother by bond, not by blood. Damn, when he’d fought Carlos, he hadn’t realized winning meant he got to keep his life and gain the loser’s family. Didn’t matter, though; Raul was a good guy and much more level-headed than his brother had been. After he’d won the fight to the death with Carlos, Raul had followed him and his team through the jungle and had actually helped them recover their target from the lowlifes who were holding her captive. Of course, he hadn’t stuck around to see what Raul had done to the kidnappers to avenge the victim. Some things a guy never wanted to see. Ever.
    Michael adopted an exhausted demeanor. He slumped his shoulders, lowered his eyelids to half-mast and relaxed the muscles in his face. Devious, but he wanted to keep Lyla to himself for a little while. In the morning, he’d get the other man’s help with his dog problem.
    “Hey, Raul.”
    “You look beat, man.”
    Raul took a step out of his suite, and Michael eased closer to the sanctuary of his own. “Yeah, exhausted. Hey, I’ll catch you for coffee, yeah?”
    “Yeah, get some sleep, bro.”
    When Raul disappeared from sight, and he heard the other man’s door click shut, Michael relaxed. He’d explain everything over coffee from room service in the morning. Right now, he just wanted to get to know the woman in his room.
    Michael stepped through the doorway and kicked the door closed, anxious to hunt down the mysterious Lyla. Evidence of her presence was found in the sitting area. She’d kicked her shoes off near the couch. Both of them were tiny scraps of strappy things, covered in dirt and scuff marks, and one of them was missing a heel. Werebastard.
    Picking them up, he tossed them in a nearby trash can. He’d call the concierge in the morning and have him pick up a new pair for her. They wouldn’t be leaving until they figured out a plan, anyway. They’d have time to wait.
    He continued searching for Lyla and found her skirt lying near the bedroom door, and he froze. What the fuck? She was stripping through the suite? Finding her shoes, he’d thought she just meant to get comfortable, but this was a different story.
    Michael snatched the silken confection from the floor and ran the nearly air-light material through his fingers. He recalled the way it had floated around her, on her, as she walked, and felt his cock harden.
    Down, boy. She’s probably just exhausted and doesn’t realize what she’s doing.
    After all, he hadn’t been the one