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never been close like that. Not many girls want to confide their deepest and darkest secrets to their brother, and that’s what he was to me.
    “Oh shit,” William murmured so low I barely heard him.
    When I turned around, Denver was strutting in our direction with a gorgeous woman on his arm. Gorgeous was an understatement. She had stunning blond hair that put mine to shame—silky and floating on air. She smiled wide with her perfect teeth, and then my gaze traveled down to her black dress, which was nothing more than an outline of her body. It hugged every scandalous curve and showed off her long legs, which glowed as if they’d been rubbed with the most exotic oils known to mankind. She looked like one of my princess dolls come to life, her onyx teardrop necklace drawing attention to her perfectly shaped breasts.
    Heads turned.
    William jumped between us and I couldn’t see Denver anymore.
    “Hey, Will. This is Nadia, my date. Nadia, this is William, my packmate.”
    “How do you do,” she said in an elegant voice, accented in Russian.
    Urgh! I just wanted to hurl peanuts at her. Even the perfume that wafted off her was sophisticated and refined.
    “A pleasure,” William said politely as he bowed.
    He not only bowed lower than normal but also stayed down longer than necessary for a greeting. When I glanced up, Denver was looking at me with the same startled expression as Spartacus, so I thumped William on the behind with a flick of my finger.
    William sat back down. “Denver, I’ll let you finish introductions.” When he turned to drink his beer, I wanted to curl up and die.
    Denver took a step closer to Nadia and curved his arm around her narrow waist. “Nadia, this is Maizy, my uh…”
    “I believe… packmate is the word you’re searching for,” William offered.
    Denver had failed to introduce William as the third-in-command, undoubtedly so no one would outshine him. I could sense it had rubbed William the wrong way.
    Denver sliced a hot glare at him. “Maizy, this is Nadia Kaz… Kaizer—”
    “Kozlov,” she corrected. Nadia assessed me, her gaze critical, and I didn’t appreciate it. “Are you a new addition to the pack, or are you on your way out soon? Let me know if you’re scouting for a pack. I happen to know a Packmaster in search of a good bitch.”
    “Too bad you’re not available,” I muttered.
    William made an abrupt sound, and beer dribbled down his chin and onto the bar.
    “Would you repeat that?” she asked in a tone that told me she’d heard exactly what I said and was hoping to challenge it.
    “If I were a parrot I might. But as it stands, I’m a human.”
    Her eyes widened and she jerked her neck back. “You take in humans? ” she asked Denver. “To live with your pack?”
    Denver shrugged indifferently. “They’ve been with us for years.”
    His eyes caught mine and our gazes became tangled—neither of us able to look away. My heart thumped against my chest and anger heated my veins. He was so dismissive, as though I was no better than the old leather sofa that’d been sitting around in our living room for years.
    Nadia pinched his chin and steered the direction of his gaze. “Let’s go find a quiet place to talk.”
    When they turned away, Nadia walked two steps ahead and shook her hips with each step, causing her ass to swing like the bells of Notre-Dame.
    “She forgot to bring a leash for her date,” I growled.
    William glanced over his shoulder. “Mustn’t let it bother you. Denver’s been dating for centuries, or haven’t you noticed?”
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were stirring the pot.”
    A half smile curved up his cheek. “A good stew always needs stirring. Tell me about the men you’ve dated.”
    “English men are different. They like to sing when they drink, and they seem a little more reserved than Americans, but maybe it’s just the crowd I hung out with.”
    “Did they treat you well?”
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