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I’d like to take her right now. Do anything she wanted. My dick was hard and ready, aching for a taste.

Right there against the wall.

On the nearest bed.

In the rain that was still pounding against the pavement.

“Roll her right on over here,” she said, pointing to a small worktable with a lift under it.

I rolled the bike up the small ramp and put the locks on so it wouldn’t roll off. Then I stood back while she stepped on a little pedal and raised it so she could get a better look.

“This might take a while. Do you have someone to call to come get you? A girlfriend maybe?” she asked.

I smiled then. Wide.

“Nope. No girlfriend or wife. No women at present. And I don’t actually have anywhere to stay yet. Is there a motel?”

“Um, actually there is one not too far, but there’s a fall festival in town, so I doubt they have room.”

“Oh,” I frowned, wondering what I was going to do.

“I have a room available. You can rent it from me,” she said, still looking at the bike.

“What?”

“Oh, my mom used to rent out the room above the garage to college kids or folks wanting to be near the shore for the summer. We’re only like half an hour from the beach here,” she explained.

“That sounds really good. I’m Miles Orson,” I said.

She turned and offered me her hand, wiping it on her thigh when she noticed the grease.

“Oh, sorry. My name is Hope D’Amato,” she repeated, and my smile got bigger.

Hope was her name.

What a coincidence.

My inner monster chuffed. Usually my Bear was scratching at my insides, or tearing up the ground inside that metaphysical plane where he waited until the time came to swap skins.

I waited for the familiar spiraling madness that came whenever I thought about settling down to start. I braced myself for that pain to commence.

But it didn’t.

My Bear was silent. Watchful. And that was a first.

“Okay, Hope, you’ve got a deal,” I said, and took her hand in mine.

Electric shocks zapped through my hand where we touched and she frowned and tried to let go at first, but I applied the tiniest bit of pressure, and she settled.

Her eyes widened, and her pretty lips parted. I couldn’t be positive, but I was pretty sure Hope was my fated mate.

My one and only opportunity for happiness in this world.

I did not deserve her. Hell, I wasn’t fit for any woman. But for the briefest of moments, standing there in that garage, with no one else around, I felt like maybe I could.

It was like a spark had ignited inside of me.

No, I wasn’t worthy of this beautiful, soft woman.

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