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are.”
    That gave her a jolt, and she snapped her gaze up to his. “How?”
    “Tonight, I finally scented you. My wolf knows, and don’t tell me you didn’t already know what I am. What my friends are, too.”
    She paused, then admitted, “Okay. I knew about you all. More than you realize.”
    He nodded. “I think I know what’s happening between us, too. Don’t you?”
    “I . . . I’m not sure.” But she was avoiding the subject, and they both knew it.
    He didn’t push further on that particular point, but the knowledge was in his kind brown eyes, the tilt of his smile. His face didn’t seem as sad as it had earlier tonight, and she wasn’t ready to examine why too closely.
    “Okay,” he said softly. “I’d like to see you again. I want to get to know you.”
    She blew out a breath and looked away from his arresting gaze. It was so hard to think with his scent and warmth enveloping her, calling to every cell in her body that was both female and shifter.
    “A wolf and a coyote?”
    “Why not?” he said.
    “I doubt your friends will be thrilled.”
    “They’re more than just my friends, they’re my Alpha Pack brothers. But they don’t get a vote.”
    “You say that now, but you might feel differently later.” Right then, she knew she should come clean about her prior relationship with Jax. But she thought of the sadness she’d seen in his expression earlier and couldn’t do it. On a primal level, she knew Micah was important to her, and she wasn’t going to risk messing things up so soon.
    No, she’d tell him in the future, when they knew each other better. Not yet.
    “Come on, let’s get that arm looked after.”
    Taking her hand, he led her inside. The patrons had quieted some, and a few had left because the hour had grown late. Someone had cleaned up the glass and alcohol from the floor, for which she was thankful. She was less thankful for the speculation and curiosity on the faces of Micah’s teammates as he walked her toward the back, and she decided to pretend she didn’t notice.
    Just through the double swinging doors leading into the kitchen, to the left, was the office. The door beside the office was the staff restroom, complete with a first-aid kit. As they reached the restroom, Jack came out of the office.
    “Oh, there you are. Need some help with that cut?”
    “I’ve got her,” Micah answered before she could open her mouth.
    Jack hesitated. “When you’re fixed up, fill out a workman’s comp form and go home. It’s slowing down now, so we’re good.” Then with a smirk, he turned back inside and shut the door.
    In the restroom, Micah fished under the sink and brought out the plastic container with the supplies. While he worked, she admired the way his muscles moved under his T-shirt and snug jeans. How his brown hair fell around his face and to his shoulders. Damn, she had it bad.
    He proved to be a gentle caregiver, dabbing alcohol on the wound to clean it, then dressing it with a square bandage and some medical tape.
    “Thank you,” Jacee said.
    “You’re welcome. I’ll walk you out.”
    The man was patient, waiting while she gathered her purse from the office, quickly filled out the form, and told Jack good-bye. He was so solicitous of her as well, placing a broad hand on her back as they left and shielding her from his Pack’s stares with his body until they were outside.
    “Which car is yours?” he asked.
    “Over there.” She pointed to a silver Chevy pickup that had seen better days.
    “Nice truck.”
    She shrugged. “It’s fifteen years old, but it gets me around, on a good day.”
    “I’m a motorcycle guy myself.”
    “Yeah?” He pointed to a black Harley parked on the side of the building, a few yards away. “Nice.”
    “It gets me around.”
    He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but grin back. There was something about the man that called to her. It was more than the years of loneliness, of mourning her lost family, of yearning