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needed to sort out.
    Like the fact he still hadn’t told her he was her brother’s friend. Plus he was fairly certain Danny would kill him for putting the moves on his baby sister, regardless of the fact she was Reese’s mate. Of course, Danny would eventually come round and it would all be happy families.
    Maybe. Possibly…
    No, he was still getting his arse kicked. Big time.
    Then, there was the little issue that she didn’t know about, werebears. Like at all. He still couldn’t wrap his head around that one; she’d been adopted by a bear family, but they’d never told her what they were. Sure, he could understand in the case of a blended family, where momma or poppa bear didn’t want to let the new step kids know ’til they were older, but this was something else completely. They’d kept the truth from her for her entire life.
    The urge to beat his head against the table in front of him was almost overwhelming. That one act of sheer selfishness meant his route to claim his destined mate would be rockier than the road to hell.
    Absently, he attacked the food on his plate. A lot of food, but he was a big guy, and even without a bear onboard, muscles like his took a lot to run.
    He was lucky she hadn’t been close enough to read his meat tag when he’d jumped her in his room. The army liked to label everything, which meant that in addition to the usual information, such as name, service number, and blood type, he also had an extra line at the bottom.
    Ursanthrope.
    The fact he was werebear was literally inked into his skin for those who knew what they were reading. Yeah, yeah… He knew the reason why. Ursanthropy was a blood-borne infection, or could be. Although it was the traditional route, he didn’t need to bite somebody to turn them, if he was injured and they were really unlucky, then they could catch it from his blood.
    Although, they’d have to be really fucking unlucky and kind of stupid to catch it that way. A trained medic would know never to touch without being gloved up, and medics were always warned when a ‘thrope unit was in the area. They knew to check the meat tag.
    The last element in his little Battle Royale of Doom was Cole Riley.
    He didn’t expect him to take the fact he busted up the guys’ bar good and proper last night lying down. No, he expected retaliation. Welcomed it. Some good old-fashioned violence would provide an outlet for the frustration currently rolling through him.
    Opening his laptop as he shovelled food in his mouth, he checked the report that just arrived and scanned through it. Danny said Riley was a bad ass, and reading the local authorities files on the guy, Reese could see why. Of course, he shouldn’t technically have the file, but what was the use in being ex-military intelligence with a speciality in hacking if you didn’t use it?
    His mood became grimmer the further he read. Riley was not only an asshole; he was also a parasite leeching off the people of this town. After retiring, Reese had made his lifelong ambition to fuck up things for just this sort of person. An evil little grin spread over his face as his agile mind started to formulate a plan of attack.
    He needed more intel, more information on the man himself. The wankers in the bar last night had been little use. They’d been too far down the food chain to serve as anything other than a warning that Reese was on Riley’s tail.
    Which meant a recon.
    He flicked a glance up and automatically his scrutiny settled on Bobbi behind the counter. For a moment the world fell away, leaving just the two of them its sole inhabitants, and he drank in every little detail about her. The clothes, obviously picked for comfort and durability but that couldn’t disguise the gorgeous figure beneath.
    Her hair, dark chocolate with a hint of purple on the ends, all messy curls piled on top of her head. Finally, his gaze settled on her lips, and all the erotic dreams that had plagued his sleep last night came rushing