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could.
    “That’s nice.”
    “Not if she wants to get lucky,” Izzy said, obviously warming to the idea.
    “I’m probably not his type,” Ceara added. Avery was right. He wouldn’t want a shy, mousy woman. Sure, he’d taken pity on her. But—
    “Why ever not?” V asked. The conversation finally interested her enough, because she stretched out on the lounge next to Avery’s.
    “He seems worldly.” And for all her research and studying, Ceara was not worldly. Her parents had insisted that she had plenty of time to see the world. Experience new things. Why rush?
    “What’s his name, maybe I know him,” V said.
    “Maxim. We didn’t share last names.”
    “A werewolf, you said?”
    Ceara nodded.
    “Describe him.”
    Oh gods. What a hardship. Ceara smiled to herself. “Tall. Six foot two, maybe. Broad in the shoulders, lean in the hips. Dark hair. It’s long, unruly, brushing his shirt collar. Dark brown eyes. I bet they change colors in the light. He’s got a small scar just above his left eyebrow and big, warm hands that melt right into you.” She shivered at the memory. “And arms… oh, V. He’s solid muscle.” Not stringy and thin like her father. Built like he worked out for a living. “He’s got this air about him… like I don’t care what you think. Even though he’s really nice.” And protective. And more handsome than any man ought to have the right to be. “He commands respect from others without raising his voice.”
    “Sounds dreamy,” Avery said.
    “Sounds like she is in love with him already,” Izzy added.
    “Sounds like Maxim Ciolek. I think he’s German but moved to Izzy’s homeland. Not far from Estonia.”
    “You’ve met him?”
    “ Cherie , I’m over three hundred years old. I’ve met a lot of people, vampire and werewolves alike.”
    Good point.
    “You like him, yes?” Izzy asked. She was taking this remarkably well.
    Ceara nodded. She did like him. She liked how for brief moments he could completely shut down her inner dialogue to the point where she did nothing but feel. Instead of the constant questioning in her mind, she could live in the moment. He did that to her. Had the power over her that she could scarcely control herself.
    They were all wrong for each other… unless she could find a way out of her shell and become the woman that her covenmates thought her to be.
    But that meant taking charge of her own life. Her own desires. Her own needs. None of which she’d ever done before. Her friends believed she could, though. She glanced at each of them.
    “Let the crash course begin.”
     
    A scant hour before sunup Ceara found herself standing in front of a dressing room mirror turning this way and that to inspect the brand new bathing suit. Avery and Izzy both agreed that this was The One .
    The black one-piece covered more than the bikinis they’d made her try on, but the deep V-neck left little to the imagination. But they were right. It did wonders for her cleavage. And the ruffles that ran up from her navel, across the cups and then skimmed across her upper arms gave it a definite Spanish flair, which she liked.
    But as they exited the boutique, she’d never felt more naked in her whole life. Men were staring. One ran into a potted fern. She wasn’t any less dressed than Avery or half the other women on the island but she would have liked a wrap or a sarong or something.
    “It’s working,” Avery whispered.
    “Of course it is,” Izzy agreed.
    Before their sprint to find Ceara a swimsuit, Izzy had shoved her toward the bathroom and handed her a razor with orders to shave everything. Ceara was thankful she’d followed Izzy’s advice since the swimsuit cut was almost Brazilian.
    “She’s a knockout,” Avery said, sounding pleased.
    They’d brushed out her hair until it fell around her shoulders in a dark curtain. At least that part of her was covered. And thank goodness the island was always warm; otherwise she’d be seriously chilled at