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before circling back to the northeast. “We leave in the morning. While I’m gone, can you look after her?”
    If Drake thought his question odd, he didn’t say so. “When we get to Savannah, I don’t plan to let her out of my sight.” He glanced at his wife of a few short weeks. “We’ll invite her to the beach house for the month. It’s not unusual for her to vacation on Tybee.”
    Perhaps unexpected now that Drake was married, but Micah thought it best not to bring it up. Besides, it put Celeste somewhere safe until the tour ended. “I’ll come as soon as we wrap up in Nashville. Our last show is the twenty-second.”
    Emma tightened the sash on her robe and shivered as if she were cold. “Am I the only one who thinks it odd that she came to you?”
    Micah managed a laugh for appearance’s sake. He ignored his brother, who continued to watch him with his eagle-eyed gaze. “Lord knows why. Maybe she didn’t want to bug you guys while you’re still honeymooning.”
    “Humph.” Emma’s face showed more than she let on. “Or there’s another reason.”
    There was no worse fate than having his family discover his unusual obsession with Drake’s beta. He and Celeste had done a piss-poor job of hiding their spats during his sister’s wedding in June, so perhaps their relationship was already suspicious. Regardless, he planned to keep a tight lid on Celeste’s additional interest in him.
    He stood, faking a yawn to distract Emma from her musings. “I should get some sleep.”
    Drake got to his feet and clamped a palm on Micah’s shoulder. “I’ll call you in the morning before we leave. Take care.”
    Micah hesitated a second but gave into impulse and stepped forward to hug his big brother. Despite their differences he’d never doubted his sibling’s love for him. “Thanks, Drake.”
    “No problem.” Drake patted his back before they separated. “We’ll find out who’s behind this.”
    Long after leaving his brother’s suite, thoughts crowded Micah’s mind. It was hell knowing Celeste was only a few floors away. Memories of her long, lithe body and passionate nature created havoc in his carefully constructed world. She’d looked hot in her leather outfit, no doubt about it. It wasn’t a stretch of the imagination to envision fucking her while she wore nothing but those ridiculous red heels.
    He rolled over and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Three o’clock. He groaned and rolled back over, tossing an arm over his eyes. Shit, sleep was impossible when the woman of his dreams had just admitted she wanted him and was in the same hotel. He wanted her now, no alcohol clouding their judgment, no fear of being caught.
    He could have her too. That was the damnable truth of the matter. He held back out of…what? Insecurity? Fear? Pride? The truth wasn’t evident anymore, suppressed under years of pretending he disliked her. He’d wanted Celeste for half his life, never imagining he could have her. He’d thought that night in June was an aberration, a one-time fantasy they’d pretend had never happened.
    Would it have changed matters if he’d known she wanted him too? How could he have competed with Drake, the perfect shifter who’d lay down his life for his family? Despite what she said, had Drake not married Emma, Celeste wouldn’t be here. Wouldn’t beg him to protect her or become her lover.
    Frustration mounted and ripped a growl from him. He’d never wanted this, never wanted to be so torn up over a woman. Once his music career cooled, he’d planned to find a female wolf and settle down, sire a new Randolph or two. Not because the Society willed it but because he wanted a family. A real one. Not one created for the sole purpose of continuing his bloodlines.
    He kicked off the high-thread-count sheet and exposed his nude body to the air conditioning. His skin prickled with the cold, but it did little to soften his erection. Jesus, would he ever get over his obsession with