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she did it, she felt stupid.
    He unclenched his hand on his napkin and let out a breath. “I’m sorry. When I think about how many lives he’s ruined, it enrages my wolf. But I’d never harm you, Sophie. You can believe that.” He reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
    The warmth of his palm soothed her brief worry, as did the touch and acceptance of her alpha. For all that Sophie was new to being wolf, the animal spirit residing within her knew how to behave around others of her kind.
    The lines around Rafe’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “So tell me how you like living in the house.”
    “It’s big.” And drafty. “Homey.”
    “It’s haunted.” His eyes twinkled. “Or so we liked to tell everyone when we were growing up there. Anyone who had the fortitude to spend a night over had immediate ‘cool’ status.”
    “You grew up there? Theo never mentioned that.”
    “Theo doesn’t mention anything unless it’s pulled out of him,” Rafe grumbled.
    “He’s been good to me.” He’d never judged her. Not even knowing where she’d come from.
    “We’re not here to talk about my brother.” His fingers moved over her knuckles. Her wolf shifted inside her, pacing in confusion. He felt right, but he didn’t smell right. Not exactly.
    She wanted to pull her hand away without seeming obvious. She didn’t want to out-and-out reject Rafe in front of the other diners, who continued to watch them with interest. But she didn’t know if allowing him to touch her was wise.
    “Well, hey there, Sophie.” Dean Chastell beamed at her as he stood next to her table with his new mate in tow. “You know Stacey, my mate.”
    The beautiful blonde raised a brow. “The town isn’t that big, Dean. Of course she knows who I am.” Stacey gave her a genuine grin, one laced with amusement. “Hi, Sophie.” Her smile died when she spotted Rafe. “Sheridan.”
    Rafe squeezed Sophie’s hand before he pulled away. “Cats out for a night of fun. How nice.” He didn’t sound pleased.
    “How about we join you.” Dean didn’t ask. Before Sophie knew it, he’d pulled up a chair for himself and one for Stacey.
    “So. Does this place have anything good?” Stacey asked. “I’ve only eaten at the Fox’s Henhouse. The diner is good, but it’s diner food,” she said with a disdain only someone so pampered and beautiful might master.
    Dean leaned back and nodded. “Love that chow. Eggs and bacon. Wonder what we can get here wrapped in pig fat?”
    “Dean, really.” Stacey glared at him. “Have a little couth.” She waved over a passing waiter and ordered them rare steaks.
    Rafe just stared at them. Sophie felt more and more uncomfortable. Would Rafe make a scene? She hated being the center of attention. Even here, in a place she considered fairly safe, she didn’t want to be noticed.
    Their waiter returned with her dessert, flummoxed to see Stacey and Dean. “Here you go.” He put the dessert in front of Sophie and gave her one of the spoons. He held the other in his hand, glancing from Rafe to their new guests. “Should I bring more silverware?”
    “Don’t bother.” Rafe frowned at Dean and ignored Stacey. “Shouldn’t you be making amends to one of my wolves? I’m surprised to see you out and about when Ivan still hasn’t had his apology.”
    “For what?” Sophie asked, clearly out of the loop.
    Stacey answered, “Apparently, Ivan was being an ass. So Dean shaved him bald. A silver fox got him drunk and painted a target on his head. Then the raptors started dropping things on him, betting on who could hit the bull’s eye, and—”
    Rafe cut her off while Dean snickered. “He damaged my wolf’s pride and has yet to make restitution. That’s a pretty serious offense.”
    Sophie took note of his somber tone.
    Dean stiffened. “Yeah? Well the only reason I shaved his stupid head is because he was threatening to come over to the pride and deal with a few of our new members in a way I