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whatever it is that’s got you down, brush it off, have a beer, wash it away, and move on. You’re a fun girl, and I hate to see you like this.”
    His words were weirdly both a balm and a sting to her pride. On one hand, it was nice to hear him say he thought she was a fun girl. On the other, her cat curled up to cry because obviously she hadn’t been fun enough to keep her mate around. A month after the wolf had left her, she was still in a funk. She hated it. Hated the damn wolf, too.
    Bhric had a point, though. It wouldn’t do Chrissy any good to sit there and wallow. A cat had to have her pride, didn’t she? She couldn’t let a dog run her down like this. Therefore, she looked up at the man in front of her with a new resolve.
    “Thanks, Bhric. You’re right; I’ll take that beer.”
    He gave her a lopsided grin before turning around to grab her a bottle. After popping the top, he placed it in front of her on a coaster. “Enjoy.”
    Wrapping her hand around the ice cold bottle, Chrissy heard the door to the main entrance open and close as someone walked in. She didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was. It wasn’t like she was expecting anybody to join her. Nor did she care who came into the bar, because she wasn’t looking for company. That meant whoever it was should give her a wide berth.
    Lifting the bottle to her lips, she was ready to guzzle that sucker down and wash her problems away when a someone plucked the beer right out of her hand and set it down on the bar top.
    Surprised, Chrissy looked over to see a woman she knew as Kitty. She was an outcast from the cougar clan Gunn, and Alpha Rafe Comyn of the Comyn clan wolf pack’s mate. Just the sight of the woman made Chrissy jealous. The woman had a wolf shifter mate who adored her, while Chrissy’s had run away. Add the fact that Kitty had also taken her beer right out of her hand, now she just wanted to slice and dice the bitch in a good cat fight.
    Chrissy glared at the woman, who equally glared back at her.
    “You can’t drink that in your condition, Kinks.”
    Condition? What the hell was she talking about?
    The perplexed look on her face must have tipped Kitty off, because she gave a heavy sigh.
    “What is it with you women around here getting knocked up and not telling anybody?”
    Knocked up?
    What the fuck!
    Kitty must be on crack. Or catnip. There was no way Chrissy was knocked up … right?
    Chrissy’s mind whirled with possibilities. Could it be possible she had conceived a baby from her short time with her missing wolf mate?
    Black spots danced in front of her eyes, her head swam, and the world started to spin. Someone was talking, perhaps to her, but she couldn’t understand a word. The world seemed to tip to the left … Then everything went black.
    The next thing Chrissy knew, she was lying on her back on the hard-wood floor of the bar with a small group of people hovering over her. It took her a second to get her thoughts in order, but eventually she started putting names to faces: Bhric; Dean, who was Bhric’s brother; Dean’s mate, Nikki, who held their young cub; and finally, Kitty.
    Upon seeing Kitty’s face, panic hit Chrissy in thundering waves. Her gaze bounced back and forth between Dean and Nikki’s cub and the cougar shifter who had taken the beer out of her hand.
    She was having a hard time getting her mind to work straight, but she was able to croak out one word to Kitty. “Condition?”
    Chrissy watched as Nikki glanced over at Kitty then rolled her eyes. “You’ve done it again, haven’t you?”
    Kitty glowered back. “Why do you have to say it like that?”
    Nikki stood up. “Dean, please help Kinks off the floor. I’m guessing Kitty strolled in here, being nosy as usual, by telling people they’re pregnant again.”
    Kitty jumped to her feet and pointed a finger at the other woman. “I was not being nosy!”
    Shaking her head, Nikki scolded her, “You can’t just walk around, telling people