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Maybe he could tempt Sunshine into letting his wolf have his way with her outside. While the tender lovemaking they’d just done was amazing, sex under the full moon was something else altogether, something he was eager to do again. He’d had sex since she’d left, but he hadn’t made love . . . nor had he let his wolf have his way with anyone. Those were reserved for Sunny, and he was looking forward to them.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

SUNNY

The week had finished as she and Asher split their time between fixing up her house and working at the shop.

They had to work on the Midsommer Fest coming in a couple weeks. But right then, she was sitting up in her father’s office, staring at the board.

He seemed like he was getting close to something?—

But what?

She stared at the name Bradford Wilkes. It had ties strung to the coal company, the town, and a notecard that said Church of Divine Deliverance.

Bradford Wilkes.

She knew that name—but how? She’d asked Betty, and Betty didn’t know. And if she didn’t know, then he wasn’t from here.

The screen door opened and slammed as Asher came in.

“Hey, Sunshine. I got the meat for the cookout tomorrow. Abe went over to the next town and got supplies to fix your roof and then we’ll fire up the grill,” he called from downstairs.

“Sounds good,” she called back as his footfalls found their way up the steps.

He came to the office and knocked, trying to get her attention.

“Do that again,” she said quickly.

“Do what again?”

“Knock.”

“Ooookay . . .”

She was unsure of why she was asking, too. But then he did, and just like that, it hit her.

She pushed past Asher and dashed down the stairs.

He followed. “Sunny, what’s going on?”

Her feet skidded on the last step as she held onto the banister for balance.

“Sunny, slow down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

By the time he finished that thought, she was already in the dining room, sorting through the mail on her table.

“Do you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“This!” she said, shoving the manilla envelope into his face.

“What is this? Is this the offer to buy your house?”

“Yes! And look at the name. Does that look familiar to you?”

“Bradford Wilkes.”

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