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he wanted to pop every button on her silk blouse and tousle her carefully coifed hair. Her only concession to whimsy was the red streaks in her dark hair—nothing disheveled or fantastical about her.
    As far from Chrystal as a body could get—and why the hell was he thinking about the scattered little wolf?
    Locking gazes with the tempting she-wolf at the door, Dylan smiled. Tawny hadn’t returned any of his calls, and she hadn’t been at their destination for a drink… then again, he hadn’t expected her to be. If the law student was anything, she was punctual and precise. Challenge filled the air as she strolled toward him. He felt every step of her too-high stilettos. Most wolves didn’t bother with fashion statements. Not Tawny. ‘Course with the lift those heels gave her ass and the way they shaped her legs? She wouldn’t hear a word of complaint from him.
    “Well, well,” she murmured. “Look what the dog dragged in.”
    “Want a drink, babe? I’m buying.”
    “I’m sure you are.” She trailed a finger down his chest. “I’m meeting someone else, however.”
    “Oh, your bolt wounds.” He sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to cry in my beer.”
    Her snort of derision carried a note of humor. Sliding onto the stool next to him, she furthered his torture by crossing one leg over the other. “A glass of wine please, Joanie.”
    “You got it, hot stuff. Now, you be careful of our Dylan, here.” The sly older woman shot him a wink as she poured a glass of white. Apparently, she knew exactly what kind of wine Tawny preferred. Dylan packed the knowledge away for the future.
    “Should I?” Tawny spared him another sweeping look, though she couldn’t disguise the lick of heat warming her cool green eyes. “I don’t see much to be concerned about.”
    “You know how many wolves have said the same thing? Yet they all go home without their panties.” Joanie laughed.
    “Put her drink on my tab, won’t you, darlin’?” God love Joanie for being on his side. Hell, over the years, she’d even given him pointers on how to lure a woman into his bed. Speaking from his experience, she definitely knew what she was talking about.
    “We don’t have to worry about him getting my panties,” Tawny no longer looked at him, skimming the bar as she sipped her wine. “I don’t wear any.”
    Joanie made a face behind Tawny’s back and waggled her eyebrows. Dylan managed to not choke on his beer. Only just. “I like a woman who’s prepared.”
    “Just not enough to prepare yourself.” Tawny’s dig landed smartly.
    “Ouch.” Granted, he’d been late, and she’d warned him, but he wasn’t a whelp to take her kicks without a bite. Draining his beer, he set the mug back on the bar before facing her. “Not all of us punch a time clock, darlin’. Some of us have jobs that involve actually helping people rather than filing papers or…” He slanted a glance at her fresh manicure and too-pressed skirt. “Spending a fortune on personal grooming. I wanted to buy you a drink because I thought you were hot and sexy.”
    Heat flushed her face. Her eyes warmed and her scent took on a particularly spicy hint of desire. She definitely wasn’t wearing panties. Damn pity .
    “I gotta admit, you’re all of those things.” Stroking a tongue over his lower lip, he gave her a long look. The skilled wolf walked the walk, talked the talk, and armed herself with civilization, but she was every bit the predator. No longer interested in being her prey, he stood, pulled out a few bills and dropped them on the bar. “But I’m not interested in jumping through your dog show hoops. Five minutes late isn’t a crime, darling, but being a bitch is. Enjoy your date tonight, if he shows.”
    Joanie blew him a kiss as he waved to her. Ignoring Tawny’s scowl, Dylan strolled out of the bar not entirely certain why he’d been interested in the vixen before. Everything about her was an act, a carefully deployed plan to captivate,