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so exciting!” She looked at Mace. “Are we going to be working with you?”
    “ You are not going to be working with Mace. I am going to be working with Mace. You’re going to find something nice and safe to do—like knittin’.”
    Sissy Mae laughed. “Yeah, right. So, Mace, are we going to be working with you?”
    Smitty stumbled away from his sister.
    “Now listen up, little sister—”
    Sissy Mae slapped her hand over her brother’s face and shoved him onto the couch. By the time he landed, he was snoring.
    Mace watched two big feet stand in front of him. Wolf females always seemed to have the biggest freakin’ feet. She crouched in front of him and smirked. “What’s the matter, Mace?”
    “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
    “You haven’t been pompous or superior in the last ten minutes. So somethin’ must be wrong.”
    Mace shrugged. “The woman of my dreams turned me down.”
    “For marriage?”
    “Dinner.”
    Sissy Mae shook her head. “Is this the girl you’ve been talkin’ about since I met you?”
    “Desiree MacDermot. The woman I’ve been waiting for all my life.”
    “You know, my momma’s right about you. You are a wolf in lion’s clothin’. Get all bunged up over one woman. I can’t even get Smitty to do that and he is wolf.”
    “That’s not helpful.”
    “You want helpful, Mason?”
    “Yes. I want helpful. Make yourself useful, woman.”
    “Fine. Call her as soon as you wake up.”
    “What?”
    “Call her as soon as you wake up and ask her out.”
    “Why?”
    “Trust me on this.”
    “I’m not a morning person.”
    “Mace…”
    “Okay. Okay.” He glanced over at Smitty, then back at the man’s sister. “Let’s write Omega on his forehead again. He hates that.”

C hapter T hree
    D ez woke up cursing. The ring of her damn cell phone completely disrupted her lovely dream involving Mace, her, and her handcuffs.
    She grabbed for the phone on her nightstand. Knocked it off. Reached down and grabbed for it. Fell out of bed. Hit one of the dogs in the process. Wrestled the phone from the dog’s mouth. Then groggily crawled on all fours back into her warm and cozy bed.
    “MacDermot,” Dez mumbled into the phone, assuming it would be work.
    “Hey.”
    Dez’s arms went out from under her when that voice tore through her dazed, sleep-drowned mind, and she landed flat on her face. Mace and that voice of his slid all the way down to her clit and moved in.
    Why the hell was he calling her? What the hell was his deal? And how the hell did he get her number anyway? All right. Forget that last stupid question. He probably had a full background check done on her by now. The man was a SEAL, after all.
    Not knowing what else to say, Dez hit him with the first thing that came to mind. “Who is this?”
    She crossed her eyes. Well those brilliant phrases kept rolling right from her mouth. You’re such an idiot, MacDermot.
    “It’s Mace.”
    “Oh,” she replied casually like she didn’t almost come from his “hey” alone. “Hiya, Mace.” She used her shoulder to cover the mouthpiece on her phone, shoved a pillow over her face, and yelled into it. After a moment, she calmly went back to the conversation. “What’s up?”
    She heard him stretch. “Nothing. Just checking on you.”
    She closed her eyes and her legs. Took a calming breath. “Oh. That’s sweet.”
    “I’m known for being sweet.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    He laughed softly and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
    Really…is there anything better than the gravelly six A . M . voice on a man? Dez didn’t think so. And Mace had one of those in spades. She may have to dig out her vibrator. It has to be around here somewhere .
    “You’re right. I’m not.” A moment of silence descended, and Dez wondered if they already ran out of things to say. She should have known better. “You just getting up?”
    “Not really. It’s only six A . M . and I don’t have to go to work. So, I’m