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    “If you hurt this bra, you are a dead man.” Like all good women, she guarded a comfortable and sexy bra with her life. The ladies needed all the help they could get and finding one that fit and looked good was worth its weight in gold.
    His claws moved carefully, and the elastic and lace snapped forward. He placed one clawed hand at her back and held her while he flicked the bra across the room.
    She laughed wildly as he carefully cupped her butt with his hands and rubbed his face in her breasts. That strange chuckling sound came from his throat again, but he unfastened his jeans and freed his erection, and she suddenly stopped thinking about sounds.
    He slid between the lips of her sex and prodded at her opening.
    Augusta twisted her hips, and the head of his cock slipped inside.
    He tugged at her, pulling her onto him while he thrust with his hips.
    She quivered around him, and her own hands formed claws, tearing through his shirt as she fought for a more solid grip on him.
    He pulled, she clawed and, finally, they rocked together, thrusting and retreating.
    She gasped and clutched at him when her body captured its release.
    Randal carried her to the bed and thrust savagely into her until he could follow her down the path to pleasure.
    Instead of freezing above her, he rolled until she was sprawled across him. “That was a lovely housewarming.”
    She laughed and ran her hands across his chest and up to his head. His dark hair was sweaty and curled around her fingers. “Well, something warmed up. Where did my bra end up?”
    He raised his head and looked around. “Over there on the bureau. It’s pretty. I can understand why you guard it.”
    She rubbed her chin on his chest. “It has never been in danger before.”
    “I will endeavour to be a danger to your lingerie at all times.”
    “Oh, dear. I think I will need a safe zone for it then.” She laughed and settled against him with him still deep inside her. She felt him twitch and had to fight a giggle.
    “I will show you your half of everything tomorrow. For tonight, I just want to enjoy my otter-skin blanket.”
    “And I will enjoy my beaver mattress. Self-heating. Very nice.” She grinned and ran her hands over his torso lazily. He did the same to her back, and before she knew it, it was lights out.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Augusta crept out of Randal’s arms in the early morning. She was wearing his shirt but that was all she could find. Wherever he had put her bag, it wasn’t somewhere she could find it.
    The water called to her. She wanted to run and jump straight in, but the scent of human distracted her.
    Turning her head, she saw the flash of camouflaged clothing. She could smell both of them, and their scent turned her stomach. With carefully casual moves, she headed back for the house.
    Randal was working on making coffee in nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs.
    She kissed his shoulder. “Can you give me our location for local police?”
    He rattled off the instruction. “The number is by the phone. What is wrong?”
    “Two poachers in the yard. Drunk. I don’t want to pick a fight, so I am going to call police or possibly fish and game.”
    He was already out the door and down the stairs, scenting the air and looking for the intruders.
    She picked up the phone and waited for the connection.
    “Hello? Draycott police department.”
    “Hello, I am staying with Randal Forester, and I just ran into two poachers laying leg-hold traps on private property. Randal Forester’s property to be precise.”
    “And what do you want us to do about it?” The woman’s voice was contemptuous. “They probably saw you come in with him and thought you were giving it away.”
    The line went dead, leaving her blinking. “Well, hell.”
    With a deep breath, she called her mother, and when Justine Samuels answered, she said, “Hi, Mom. Yes, I found him. Yes, he’s the beaver from the strip club. Now, I have a more pressing problem. I need to get