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Grayson

Iwas panting when Cheyenne walked into the apartment. Ridge told me I forgot about taking care of Jack on Sunday and I felt terrible.

On Tuesday, the fourth day of my vacation, I ran all the way to the compound, showered in my own cabin, brushed my teeth and put on fresh clothes and went to see Chelsea.

I made up some bullshit story about meeting some new friends, islanders, who were teaching me how to surf.

I don't know why that lie...it just came to me.

I apologized profusely and spent the rest of the morning playing with Jackie so she could get some work done. I love the little guy and sometimes I thought about when I was a pup and wondered if little Jack knew how lucky he was to have so many people who loved him. I had that, but only for a short while.

Then, all I had was Ridge until the Pack found us.

Ridge was good to me, but it wasn't the same as growing up with a mother and father, or in Jack's case, fathers.

I had so much respect for the alphas and how well they handled their relationships with Chelsea and Jack.

They all adored her and the baby, and unless they fought behind closed doors, they all seemed to love and respect each other as well.

I had lunch with Chelsea and Jack and left in plenty of time to get back to Cheyenne's and let myself in with the spare key I'd stolen.

The problem was, as soon as I got into town, I had run into Clay. Chelsea told me he was handling some business in town.

I almost literally ran into him coming out of the post office.

He was on his way to get a sandwich at the deli and although I'd just eaten with Chelsea, I didn't feel like I could tell him no. So, I went to lunch with Clay and ate, and made small talk...telling him the same lie I'd told his mate about why I hadn't been around all week.

Clay didn't seem to be in a hurry and by the time he finally headed back and I was free to go, I had about five minutes before Cheyenne got home from work.

I ran all the way, racing up the stairs and then sweating bullets as I shifted and stood there naked, trying to get the key in the door with my shaking hands. I made it, just in the nick of time, but I was still out of breath when she walked in the door. She came straight over to me and knelt down to pet me.

“Hey guy. Why are you panting like that? Are you out of water?” She got up and went over to my bowl.

“Nope, you have plenty. I hope you're not sick. You're not sick, are you boy?” She knelt back down and gave me more pets and kisses. I know it's shameless, but I loved it, and the thought of leaving her soon made my heart ache.

Not that I wouldn't love for her to know me as a human man...but, for now, I'd take what I could get. She kissed my nose one last time and said, “I have a date tonight, guy. I guess I better get ready.”

A date? Shit.

I hadn't heardher and Ridge set up a date before he left the night before.

Just the thought of her, out with him, made me green with envy.

I wanted to go on a date with her.

I wanted her to “get ready” for me.

Damn it.

I want Cheyenne to be my mate...not my doggy owner.

She headedfor her room and I trotted after her. As soon as she got there, she shocked me by pulling off her dress. She'd never undressed in front of me before.

I told myself to turn away, but she was standing there in front of me in a pair of white panties and a white bra.

They were cotton, nothing fancy...but her body looked gorgeous and I couldn't turn away.

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