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“Uneventful. Having the house to myself feels weird - but the animals came back, though, so I’m not alone.”

“You’re welcome here anytime, Ace. You don’t have to feel lonely.”

“There’s a difference between lonely and alone, Rye.”

“Nevertheless, we’d love to have you around.”

She was uncomfortable, he could tell - that was good news. If she hadn’t wanted to be anywhere near them, he was pretty sure she would just have said so. The woman wasn’t known for mincing her words.

“So, tell me,” he said, still reluctant to hang up, “What makes Aisling tick?”

“Why do you ask? You don’t need to know in order to get into my pants, if that’s what it’s about.”

Yeah…no one said it was supposed to be easy. Short of blurting out,you’re my mate, damn it!he didn’t know what to say.

He couldn’t say it, not now. There was a good chance that the stubborn woman would laugh in his face; he needed to give her time to sense it herself. Nothing in the way she behaved made him think she might suspect that they were true mates.

“I want to fuck you - as you’re well aware. But I’d also like to get to know you.”

She took a few second to think.

“I like books.”

“What genres?”

He expected her to be into gore, horror, or maybe sci-fi.

“Romance; steamy, funny or cheesy- I’m not fussy. Shifter romance always makes me laugh.”

“What else.”

“I don’t think so mister. We said you get one question, I get one, remember?”

Oh, yes. He recalled that evening; in graphic detail.

“So we did. Ask away.”

She did. She wanted to know his favorite color, he then asked what she liked to eat. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed on the phone, when Ian came to let him know that Jas had made it home.

“I’ve got to go, Ace. Call you tomorrow.”

Rygan took a second to breathe after hanging up. He’d just spend an hour getting to know his mate.

His fuckingmate.

“What’s the matter with you?”

So, Tracy hadn’t told on him yet.

Good. It gave him some time to get his shit together.

Club

She never understoodwhy so many shifters loved clubs. The music was too loud, the air too clouded with perfume, sweat and pheromones. She bore it when she wanted to find someone to fuck, but that couldn’t be any further from her mind today. Her cat hissed at males trying to rub themselves against her, refusing to even look at them, because they weren’t Rygan Wayland.

But the girls had asked, and then, pouted when she’d said no. What had convinced her was the fact that the world was a dangerous place, when Vivicia Crawley, Faith Howell, and Rain Philips were bored and horny.

So there she was, in the middle of the dancefloor, dancing with the wolf, the raven, and the witch who’d been the first to answer her call. They lived down in California, just a few hours away, so Ace had expected them to arrive before everyone else. She just hadn’t thought that they’d drop everything they were working on and rush to her aid immediately.

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