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learned how to use it.
    He bit another chunk of pizza off, savored the taste as he tried to rid himself of these thought. She would accept him, accept their certain future. If he could accept what fate had bestowed on him, then she certainly could. Couldn’t she?
    She hung up the phone, looking resolved. With stone-faced features and a strong, set jaw. She glanced his way then back at her food before shoving her plate away. Had she lost her appetite?
    Pressing her elbows to the table, she leaned forward, not meeting his eyes. “Listen, that was Maeve on the phone—”
    “Is everything all right?”
    She half smiled. “Yes. Maeve and my sisters want to” —she held up her two fingers on each hand, bending them into quotes—“meet my savior.” She took a deep breath. “Would you be willing to come to dinner tonight?” Before he was able to speak, her arms were flailing. “I’d understand if it’s too soon—”
    He reached for her hand, then steadied it on the table. She stopped talking at his touch. “I would love to meet your family.”
    Her forehead ridged. “You would?”
    He gave her hand a squeeze. “Yes. I would.”
    She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “Okay then, dinner’s at six.”
    He removed his hand and watched as she reached for the rest of her slice of pizza. Warmth settled in his chest. He had never comforted someone before, let alone his mate. The gesture felt . . . nice.
    Ten minutes later, he paid the bill, ignoring her protest to split the damn thing and was walking her back to work. She was quiet. Contemplating tonight?
    He wanted to ask but she already seemed on edge. As they neared the entrance to the inn, he stayed her arm. She turned toward him, a smile playing on her lips. “Thank you again for lunch. It was really nice not have to eat alone.”
    “Anytime. So, I will see you tonight?”
    She reached for his hand this time. Enfolded her fingers with his, nodded, then turned for the door.
    As it shut behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. Yes, he was still there, watching . . . protecting. When she disappeared within the walls of the inn, he turned his attention from the door to the rolling green hills. He clutched his hands into fists at his sides then took a long drag of air. It was time to do some hunting.
    Lucas waited outside the door to Ava’s house holding the bottle of wine he had just purchased. When the door opened, four women stood in the doorway. The woman in the forefront looked older than the rest.
    “Hello,” he greeted. “I’m Lucas. You must be Maeve.” He gave her a nod and smiled.
    “Yes, I’m Maeve. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Won’t you come in?” She stepped aside to allow him entrance.
    The log cabin was much larger than it appeared from the outside. It had an open floor plan, and a large staircase stood in the middle of the home, dividing the living and dining room. He determined that the kitchen must be in the back of the staircase. The light fabric-covered couch and love seat stood out against the dark brown wooden walls. A flat screen television hung from the wall and a large stone fireplace stood beside it. The home smelled of meat, spices, and even a floral aroma . . . perfume? With a house full of women, no doubt.
    Before he could leave the entrance, Ava descended the stairs with such grace that he couldn’t help staring at the gentle swaying of her hips. She joined her sisters, who were all giving him questioning looks.
    Regarding them, he discerned their similarities and differences. They all had some form of blond hair and light eyes. The one on the left had strawberry blond hair with green eyes while the middle sister had the palest blond hair, in the addition to turquoise-colored eyes. The girl on the other side of Ava had the darkest blonde hair, which paired well with her hazel eyes.
    Their body and facial structure were all similar. High cheek bones, delicate bones, and a petite frame. The similarities did not stop