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don’t think they’d appreciate.” He glanced at Stacey.
    “He talked about messing with my sisters?” she asked with a scowl she turned on Rafe. “I thought he was just screwing with you guys. But my family? That’s a whole different story.”
    Dean held up a hand. “Wait a minute. It’s okay for that idiot to malign my brothers, but not your sisters?”
    Sophie looked back and forth from Stacey to Dean as they argued.
    Rafe’s anger shimmered into annoyance, the musky scent of his rage now tempered with a light waft of humor. It still amazed Sophie she could understand so much more about other Ac-taw by using more than just her eyes and ears. Rafe didn’t wear an expression, but his scent gave away his mood.
    “Sophie and I have plans. But please, you two kids enjoy yourselves.” He stood and she quickly stood with him, not wanting this to turn into a brawl.
    “Yeah. In fact, enjoy my flan.” She pushed the dessert to Stacey, who took it without fuss.
    The woman tried a bite. “Hey, that’s good,” she said, interrupting Dean in the middle of an argument about his superior genetics. “They have just the right amount of caramel drizzled over the custard.”
    Rafe grabbed Sophie’s hand and pulled her with him toward the exit. Once there, he stopped and said to the maitre d’, “The Chastell party kindly offered to pay for our dinner.”
    “Very good, sir.” The raptor bowed and moved ahead of them to open the door. “I hope you enjoyed the meal. Have a pleasant evening.”
    Sophie followed Rafe outside, amused he’d stuck Dean with the bill. She wondered what Monty would think of his antics.
    Stop thinking about him! Her wolf whined deep inside her, and she hushed the foolish animal. She shivered as the wind whipped around them.
    “Cold?” Rafe tugged her against his side and shared his heat.
    “Wow. You’re warm.”
    “I’m even better when clothes aren’t in the way,” he murmured and nuzzled her cheek.
    She froze, not having expected anything so forward so fast. Then she remembered what she’d been taking notes on last night. If she wanted to experience the same sexual games she’d dreamed about for months, she’d have to open up to heavy petting and kissing, at the least.
    Forcing herself to accept his touch, she snuggled closer and focused on his heat, and not the firm hand caressing her shoulder.
     
    Across the street behind the window in the coffee shop, Monty fought not to tear the curtains framing the large window and jump through glass to rescue Sophie. How the hell could she let that bastard maul her on a public sidewalk?
    “Dean apparently struck out.” Grady shook his head and watched as Rafe and Sophie strolled toward the movie theater. “Let’s hope Ty and Burke have better luck.”
    “Yeah, let’s hope,” Monty growled, aching to sink his teeth into Sheridan’s throat.
    Grady slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry, buddy. We have your back. But the rest is up to you. You want to claim her? You better move fast. From what I heard, she’s tired of waiting on your ass.”
    And that’s what truly burned him. Monty had been thoughtful, caring, gentle—all for a she-wolf who didn’t seem to appreciate his kindness. Hell, he could have muscled in and had her wet and wanting after their first meeting. He’d sensed their instant connection. But had he? No. He’d been worried about her state of mind, nervous about adding to her fear of wolves and men in particular. And for all his effort, the woman had the nerve to go out with Rafe fucking Sheridan.
    He growled again.
    “Dude, ease up.” Grady looked over his shoulder and waved at the patrons frowning at them. “Come on. Have the Chastells ever not annoyed the gray wolves?”
    Monty drew a few deep breaths to calm down. He tempered his impatience. Hell, if the cats couldn’t shake the leech off Sophie, he’d simply break the man in two. Then he’d deal with the little she-wolf.
    “Come on. Time for the next