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hold that favorite monstrosity of yours.” Brian waved in the direction of her waist.
    Seth snorted.
    Maisie shot him a quelling look. “A 38 super is not a large gun.”
    “It is in your hands.” Brian pressed on. “Especially with that makeshift silencer thing you put on it.”
    “It’s a suppressor. And for your information, I can shoot a 9mm just fine one-handed. You might look into learning to handle a gun yourself.” She’d sleep better at night. For now, she settled for scowling at Seth’s chest. Finding no more foreign bits, she returned to disinfecting the area. “I might have been foolish, yes, but not completely parted from my senses.”
    “It sounds like you were very lucky tonight.” There was the note of worry Brian had been hiding up until now. “One need only look at you to realize how brave you are. You don’t need to prove it over and over again.”
    Inexplicably, she blinked back tears. She hadn’t meant to cause Brian worry. Truly. She’d gone out to cool her head. The sun had set before she’d come out of her thoughts and everything had happened so fast. There’d been no time to call for help. And even if she had, wouldn’t she have put him in danger? Not something she’d risk.
    Seth had arrived on the scene, strong and fierce. A stranger, and yet she suffered less guilt over his involvement in it all because he was like her. Moved to help in the midst of the circumstance. Seth had the power to survive and the immunity from the zombie virus to come away unchanged.
    Relatively.
    Most werewolves weren’t born werewolves, as far as she knew. The articles in the daily papers gave little in the way of real information—mostly reassurances the werewolves were keeping the zombies under control.
    She let out a small sigh.
    “I’m sorry, Brian.”
    Maisie couldn’t bear to turn and see his brows furrowed or the creases around his mouth. Once upon a time, the only lines on his face had been from laughter.
    A large hand covered hers and she looked up into Seth’s face, startled.
    “I didn’t say all this to get an apology from you, Maisie.” Brian sighed in turn. “I only want you to be more careful. I’m going to lose all my hair watching you go from one scrape to another.”
    Seth tightened his hand around hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her heart skipped but she felt steadier, and perhaps a touch distracted. In a good way.
    She smiled, for the both of them. “I’ll try to hold back a bit, then, and simply give you a shot of grey instead of making you lose it all. You’ll look distinguished.”
    “Oh, that’s just grand.” Despite the sarcastic tone, Brian chuckled.
    Glancing back up, she found herself drawn to Seth’s electric blue eyes. Had they been so deep a blue before? She couldn’t remember. But now, with Seth staring at her, she found herself very aware and suddenly shy.
    “Now then, it seems to me you are all well in hand.” Breaking the silence, Brian stepped backward, out the doorway. “I was going to offer to walk you home, Maisie, but I think perhaps your new friend can be trusted to accompany you. He did save your life, after all. I can’t imagine he’d end it after going to the trouble.”
    Before she could think of a response, Seth answered. “I can see her home.”
    Truly, she must be tired if two men had beaten her to a comeback in less than a few minutes.
    Her leg had gone past pain and into numb. Not a good sign. It wasn’t that she didn’t know her limits. She did. The fact was she simply pushed past them too often.
    “Get some rest. No need to check the kennels. I’ve looked in on all our current beasties.” Brian gave her a parting admonishment. “And for heaven’s sake, get off your feet.”
    “Good night, Brain.” She deliberately made use of his childhood nickname. Not brilliant, but definitely enough to push a button...or three. Petty maybe, but the best she could do under the extenuating circumstances.
    She’d finished patching