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cupcakes and he’d love them, too.
    If the baby is Sarah’s, how could we not love it?
his bear demanded.
    And damn, did it take a hard swallow to fight those thoughts away.
    It’ll be perfect,
his bear rambled on.
Sarah will be safe here. The baby will be safe. We’ll keep them safe.
    For a moment, he nearly nodded along. But then it hit him. Sarah and her baby would never be truly safe here, even with him ready to defend them to the death. The Blue Bloods had their eye on the saloon, and inviting Sarah to stay could provoke the enemy into another attack.
    God, the irony. There was no one better to keep her safe than him, but simply being near him would make Sarah a target.
    The baby, a target?
his bear growled, and the hair bristled on the back of his neck.
So we kill the Blue Bloods. Get rid of them all.
    He wanted that — God, how he dreamed of that — but how? Where? When? The Blue Bloods were nowhere, even if they seemed to be everywhere. Eliminating them was a game of patience — and caution, because the Blue Bloods fought dirty and mean. They could strike any time, any place. A week from now. A year. The only sure thing was that the enemy would strike as soon as they found out Sarah was here.
    He took a deep breath and forced himself to face facts. Sarah could stay with his shifter clan for a short time, but then he’d have to let her go. She was human; he wasn’t. It would never work. Not with her, not with the baby. Not with enemies that would hurt them for mixing with his kind.
    For their own sakes, he had to let them go.



Chapter Six

    Sarah woke slowly and did a double take at the bedside clock. Had she really slept fourteen hours straight?
    Wow. It sure felt like it. Fourteen glorious hours, blissfully free of the usual nightmares. She’d slept clear through the previous day and the entire night and woke feeling better than she had in months. She stared at the ceiling for a while, listening to the sounds of a household quietly waking up. A shower tap rattled from somewhere down the hall. The scent of coffee wafted from downstairs, and footsteps padded outside the closed door.
    She stretched under the sheets. God, when was the last time she’d grabbed more than a short nap? When was the last time she woke slowly instead of jolting to her senses, terrified at what she might find?
    Someone had set fresh, neatly folded clothes on the chair by the bed along with a towel and a Post-it note signed with a smiley face and a big letter J.
    Sarah reached for the note with trembling fingers and held it close. As a kid, she’d kept an old shoe box and filled it with precious finds like white feathers and pretty rocks and a robin’s egg.
    Your treasure chest, huh?
her dad had said.
    She bit her lip and slid a hand over her belly. The treasure chest was gone, along with her parents, her home, and whatever innocence she’d managed to hang on to as an adult. But damn, if she still had the box, that note would have fit right in.
    She took a deep breath and forced herself up. She was thirty-five now, hardly a kid. And she had a job to do. After listening nervously at the door for a second, she stepped out into the hall.
    “Morning!” Janna, the younger sister, called so casually, you’d have thought they had been sharing an apartment for years. Janna had one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her torso as she bounced down the hall. “Bathroom’s all yours.”
    Sarah stepped into the still-steamy bathroom as Jessica called up the stairs. “Are you coming, Janna? Today’s the big day!”
    It took Sarah a second to register what that meant. Of course — opening day for the café. Her chance to pay back a little of the kindness Jess had shown her. So instead of soaking in the old claw-foot tub, she sped through a shower, combed the tangles out of her long hair, and hurried downstairs.
    Well, she tried to hurry, but she ran into something big and solid as she turned the corner to the stairs and