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doesn’t it? You never thought to mention to me you belonged to another man?”
    “I never gave it much thought. Those were the machinations of grownups while I was a nothing more than a baby.”
    “You were mine, Glory. Mine. That should have meant something.”
    It still does. “You don’t seem to want to hear what I have to say on this. You’ve got your mind made up.”
    “I’ll drive you home.” His words cut her to the core.
    “I can walk. Thanks.”
    She turned swiftly, giving him her back so he couldn’t see the tears that beat her and welled, pooling in her eyes, clouding her vision.
    She headed toward the door, her back stiff, her gait stilted, and her heart broken.

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    D ane clenched his fists , watching her as she walked away, her spine straight, shoulders thrown back. She wasn’t fooling him. He could scent her emotions. She was troubled, confused, angry, and still had feelings for him.
    Last time, I walked out on her. Never gave her a chance to explain. Never gave us a chance.
    Had she stayed in Woodland Creek all this time? Had she thought of him? Why was she still going through with this mating? It’s not like she didn’t know he was still alive. It’s not like his face wasn’t plastered all over the foolish human magazines.
    The image of those magazines flashed across his mind. And in almost every one, he was linked to one female or another — whether that was true or not. Most often not.
    No wonder she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
    He hadn’t been an angel, true, but he wasn’t quite the manwhore the tabloids made him out to be.
    His shifter skills preternaturally fast, he was behind her before she’d opened the front door. He took hold of her arm, turned her, and froze.
    That wasn’t anger on her face. Those were tears.
    Fuck.
    His leopard snarled at the dismay etched in her face. Dane pulled her close, put his arms around her and held her to his body.
    He’d done this to her. He’d wounded her. The only woman who’d ever mattered, the only woman he’d consider a soul mate, and he’d hurt her.
    Her face was pressed against his chest, her tears seeping through the fabric. He looked at the top of her auburn head, and a part of his heart shredded into fragments.
    Finger on her chin, he tipped her face upward. Tears cascaded down cheeks blotched with pink. The white of her eyes were red, making the green so much more vivid. Her bottom lip trembled and she bit into it, putting a stop to it.
    Index finger still on her chin, he placed his thumb on her lip and released it from pearly white captors. Her gaze remained focused on his face, not straying, not looking away. Accusations in the emerald depths took the shredded fragments of his heart and ran them through a blender.
    “Glory.” Her name came out with his breath, hushed, low, and ripped from his very soul.
    His shifter senses picked up her heart rate speeding up.
    The heat between their bodies, the electric charge where she leaned against him traveled through his torso, ending up in the one place showing how she affected him.
    His cock pressed against his zipper painfully.
    Full breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardened peaks.
    Let her go before you fuck her. Right now.
    He pushed his conscience away. Or maybe that was his leopard pushing his conscience away.
    Who cares? As long he pushed that thought away. The temptation to be with her was too great.
    He hissed his desire, a whistling sound that escaped between his teeth and bore witness to the depths of his emotions.
    He wrapped one hand around the long braid that trailed down her back and pulled her head back, baring succulent lips and tear-streaked cheeks.
    A small gasp slipped from her lips. Her breath warm on his approaching lips.
    “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered. Her voice low and tortured.
    “Never.”
    Fuck. I shouldn’t have said never again.
    He lowered his head until his lips rested on the rosebud of her lips. He pulled her closer, his