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a coy look.
    “Positive,” I replied, grinning the whole while. It wasn’t forced anymore. The longer we waited, the sweeter it would be, and I planned to make certain every second delayed was worth it.

Chapter Four
    ~Russ~
    M y prediction wasn’t far from the mark. Daniela phoned Sunday morning to inform me she couldn’t touch her toes without straining her hamstrings to the limit.
    “Take another hot soak and work on your stretching,” I advised. “Do you need anything?”
    My question received silence in return, a long pause finally answered by, “No.”
    “Are you okay?” I ventured.
    “Yeah... just worried about something. Hey, Russ? You’re outside a lot, right?”
    “Most of the time when I’m home, I’m outside. What’s up?”
    “Have you seen any unusual wild animals around this area?”
    Shit. I inhaled a deep breath and decided to play it dumb. Spending time with Daniela in person had come at a cost; I couldn’t visit her backyard in my wild shape. I preferred talking to her as a human and sitting with her at the dinner table. Stealing kisses as a bear wasn’t feasible.
    “Define unusual.”
    She laughed suddenly. “Never mind. I’m being silly. I’m gonna go take that bath and relax. I’ll talk to you later.”
    Despite her aches and pains, Daniela attended my Tuesday evening class. When we were outside of the gym, I took her back to the rear of my property to resume our lessons with the guns. She was a natural at it.
    Friday night, I parked my pickup in her driveway and stepped from the vehicle to retrieve her for our first official date. She must have been waiting for me by the window.
    My date stepped onto the porch and locked the door behind her, bearing little resemblance to the uncertain woman I had become accustomed to seeing during the week. Her frumpy sweats and yoga pants had been replaced by tiny denim shorts with pockets that protruded below the frayed hem. I watched her strut toward my truck fully aware of how goddamned sexy she looked. She had to be, and in my mind, it was an intentional show just for me. I was so entranced I almost forgot to step up to greet her.
    “You look amazing,” I complimented her once I moved in place to intercept her arrival. I opened the passenger door and gestured to the seat.
    “Did you expect anything else?” she teased. For my benefit, she did a little twirl on the driveway before turning to climb into the cab. Her movement exposed her plump bottom to me and how the shorts clung to her full hips. I wanted to squeeze her ass, daring to imagine how amazing it would feel bare beneath my hands.
    I’d met women at the gym Daniela’s size who shied away from sexy clothes, fearing they were too large to dress provocatively. God, she proved them wrong. The little length accentuated her thick thighs. They were full, but slightly firm at the same time, with small dimples that trailed beneath the cut off hem. I wanted to kiss each and every one and learn the taste of her skin.
    “Thought you didn’t have boots,” I spoke up after sliding into my seat. We buckled up and I reversed from the drive to embark on our date.
    “I may or may not have made a shopping trip to the boot shop a couple days ago.” She crossed her legs. I had trouble tearing my gaze away from her thighs to check out the knee-high suede boots she wore. The brown and teal was a fetching combination against her skin.
    Teal must be her favorite color. I saw it on her often.
    “I hope you broke them in because I’m not going easy on you tonight.” The thought of her making a special shopping trip for our date made me smile.
    “Yeah, the sales lady had some tips.” She grinned back at me.
    We spent the hour-long drive with pleasant chatter that continued into dinner at my favorite steak house. From there it was a quick jaunt over to the dancehall where I planned to spin her around the floor and see her enjoying herself. I let her choose our drinks for the night, only to receive