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would have believed it even if she had told them, so Morgan had never told anyone about the special talents of her boyfriend.
    “No, he isn’t in the hospital,” Morgan explained. At the moment she didn’t know where Nathan might be. Probably out in the foothills of the mountains as a wolf. “He’s just not here,” she said to her father, although it was a lame excuse.
    “You sound kind of down, honey.” Her father was concerned.
    “I don’t want you to worry about me, Dad. Really, I’m okay.” She would just have to tell him a few small untruths so he would be okay with her present situation. “So tell me how you’re doing?” she asked, changing the conversation.
    Her father sighed on the other end. He had some news of his own. “I didn’t want you to worry, honey. But they closed the plant last week. I’m officially on unemployment now.”
    This was a shock to Morgan. Her dad had worked at an auto parts factory for twenty years. “I’m really sorry, Dad.” She didn’t know what else to say. It was bad news. Her world seemed to be filled with bad news now every place she looked.
    “Nope!” Her father had a way of waving away bad things and paying them no attention. “I’m not worried in the least. I’ve wanted to sit back and take it easy in my old age. Now here’s my chance. Besides, there’s talk they’ll reopen the plant in another six months. I think of this as just a long vacation.”
    Morgan laughed and smiled at all the memories she had of her dad before he divorced her mom. “You never did let anything get you down, did you?” she asked him.
    “That isn’t in my nature, and I hope we raised you to be the same.”
    “You sure did.” She gave another smile into the phone.
    She spent the next hour catching up with her dad. It felt good. At the end of the call, they said their good-byes, and she told him she loved him and would write him a letter soon. What she had not done was ask him for any money. There was no way she could do that now, not after what he had just told her. He would still have given her any amount she asked for, but he was dealing with enough in his life without her unloading more problems on his doorstep.
    No, Morgan decided, her dad was not the right person to turn to for help.
    He had asked her when she was coming back to Chicago. He had meant just for a visit, but she wanted to tell him she was leaving first thing in the morning and not returning. However, that was the coward’s way out. Now she was more determined than ever to stay out here in Wyoming and see this thing through.
    If Nathan came back as a man and told her he didn’t want her anymore, she would leave. She would be heartbroken, but then she could leave with a clear conscience, knowing she had done her part. But she couldn’t just run away with things up in the air like this.
    However, she didn’t know what she would do. She was exhausted from all the work around the place and almost flat broke.
    When she put her computer away, she looked overhead at the bedroom ceiling. It was raining outside that night. A leak had developed in one of the ceiling panels. The carpet was already getting soaked. There was another piece of work that needed doing. It was also another expense to add to her growing list.
     
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    Drake and Hunter owned a sawmill and lumberyard on the outskirts of Wolf Creek. They also owned a private forest they used for logging. They were not only an effective team at seducing women into their bed. Together they had pretty much cornered the lumber industry in this part of the state.
    Hunter had been out in the yards working with some of their men. He was shirtless and sweaty and toweled himself off as he entered the trailer his office was located in with Drake.
    Drake was seated at his desk, going over some reports. Hunter took a seat in front of him and put his boots up on the desk, leaning back in his chair to rest.
    “I’ve got more information on Morgan Richards and