Page 16 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

A black sports car.

A huge pickup truck.

A black SUV.

A snowmobile.

A side-by-side.

“What do you usually drive in Crimson River?” I asked.

“The same thing you do.”

Oh.

Huh.

“So you bought my sister the same exact vehicle you drove?” I asked, eyeing him.

I wasn’t feeling possessive. Not exactly.

But now that I thought about it, being mated to my twin sister’s sort-of ex was going to be weird in a lot of ways.

“The pack owns three hundred of the same vehicle. Putting one in Nova’s name would hardly qualify as buying her the same vehicle I drive.”

Hmm.

He had a point.

“What about the cabin you gave her?” I asked. It was technically mine, because Clay and Nova had their own, but he’d still given it to her.

“What about it?”

“Why did you pick that one?”

He flashed me a look that I couldn’t describe. “It was the only available cabin none of our prospective move-ins were interested in, and it was in the center of the land. Between security and avoiding pissing anyone off, it was the obvious choice.”

“And her studio?”

“We had multiple conference rooms that were rarely used. I picked the one closest to Clay’s office, for obvious reasons.”

“I thought you were against them getting together.”

“I thought it could cost me my brother. When I realized how much they cared about each other, I assumed they’d work it out eventually, and put her studio by his office.”

“Right.”

“You don’t believe me?” Hunter sounded surprised.

“Why would I? I barely know you. For all I know, you really did only screw me last night because I look like Nova.”

Hunter’s expression was thunderous when he turned toward me, taking my chin in his hand. “I haven’t wanted anyone in a century and a half, Olive. I took you to that hotel room because I couldn’t get you out of my head. You have been under my skin since the moment I met you. It has nothing to do with your sister. The next time you suggest otherwise, I’ll be the one accusing you of screwing me for looking like my brother. Understand,mate?”

Oh, shit.

He was passionate about that.

I gave him a sweet smile. “Got it,Honey.”

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