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but werewolves did.
    The look he had when he scented the air around her grandmother... that was just creepy.  That look changed to an expression Lucy had understood.  It was recognition, pure and simple.
    But it had passed so quickly.  And then Vivian Enoch and Lucy’s mother had started talking about jewels and clothes, and Gram had abruptly had them all seated at her seldom used dining room table.
    Whatever it had been, they were keeping their lips sealed pretty tight about it.  Lucy wondered if she should dare broach the subject later when the Enochs left.  From the looks of misery that passed over her grandmother and future father-in-law’s faces when they pointedly looked away from each other, she decided it was best to stay clear of it... for now.
    Dinner went off smoothly.  The werewolves devoured almost every shred of meat and had dessert too.  Even Vivian Enoch had a second helping of everything.  And then they’d had some polite conversation over coffee.  Vivian’s cool, beautiful eyes sparked at her first sip of Gram’s coffee.  She sipped again, and then smiled in befuddlement.
    “How on earth do you make your coffee taste so wonderful?”
    Gram blinked, but then smiled proudly.  “Chicory.  Makes almost any brand of coffee delicious.”
    Vivian smiled and seemed to mentally jot that bit of wisdom down.
    The Enochs left in waves.  First Vivian and Jonas—though they had offered to help clean up, Gram would have none of it.  And then Micah left, but only after he’d made a lamb and roast beef sandwich nearly three inches thick for the road.      
    Finally it was down to Gabriel and Lucy—they’d persuaded Gram and Lila to go to bed while they cleaned up and did the dishes.
    Lila was all too willing to let someone else do the cleaning up, and took off her heels before trudging up the stairs to bed. 
    Gram was close to objecting when Lucy gave her a look.  The look screamed G o to bed so I can have some alone-time with my love-muffin!
    Gram got the hint loud and clear, and taking a last cup of coffee with her, she traversed the stairs as well.
    Lucy started in on the dishes.  Gram had already packed away the few leftovers, so pretty much they just needed to get all the dishes clean.
    Gram was also fanatical about keeping the dishes she used while cooking cleaned up as she went, and immediately put back in their rightful place. And she cleaned as she cooked.  So truthfully there wasn’t a whole lot left to do except the pots and pans and the dishes, glasses, utensils, and coffee cups they’d had on the table.    
    Gram had bought raspberry scented Dawn, and Lucy let the dishes soak in the sudsy water for a few minutes as she wiped down the entire kitchen with Clorox. She didn’t want there to be a speck of anything—much less a smudge of grease—for her grandmother to clean up in the morning.
    When she came back to the sink of dirty dishes Gabriel was waiting for her, his suit jacket off now, his tie loosened and the top two buttons undone, and he’d rolled up his sleeves.
    “Wash or dry?” he asked.
    Lucy fidgeted, not wanting to shallowly look at her manicure.  But after her training session with Micah, she imagined they were already beyond repair.  “Guest’s choice.”
    Gabriel smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Lucy’s skin tingle.  She so wanted to just ditch the dishes and drag Gabriel out onto the porch for some much needed lip lock time.  But the other part of her wanted the dishes done and out of the way first.
    “I’ll wash,” he said, looking at her in a comfortable leer. 
    The sight of his well muscled forearms tensing and flexing as he washed and scrubbed the assorted pots and pans made Lucy practically drool. 
    Gabriel cleared his throat and shot Lucy a wicked smile.  “I believe you were supposed to dry?”
    Lucy looked at the heaping drain board of already washed and sparkling china. 
    How long have I been staring?
    Lucy grabbed