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were in a movie. Oh, yes, wild music with a strong beat fit with this moment, this incredibly hot…
    But for some reason she’d stopped kissing him and was squirming in his arms, and not in a sensuous way. “My phone. It’s my phone.”
    Gradually he returned to the world of blizzards, political differences, and ringing cell phones. He was disappointed that her kiss hadn’t made him hear music, after all. But it had been one hell of a kiss, in spite of that detail.
    She extricated herself without a lot of help from him, because he really hated to lose the connection with her warm body and that erotically soft sweater. But as the significance of the ringing phone penetrated his passion-drenched mind, he realized they should have called the resort the minute they’d finished taping the window. Someone might be worried about them.
    Or maybe a towing company had a free truck available and was about to come and rescue them from the snowdrift. As he listened to the apologetic way Kate was talking on the phone she’d pulled out of her purse, he gathered it wasn’t a towing company. Someone, probably her grandmother, wanted to know why they hadn’t arrived yet.
    In point of fact, they hadn’t been free to call until moments ago, when the immediate problems had been solved. He shouldn’t feel guilty that he’d delayed that call by less than five minutes. Yet if the phone hadn’t rung, the delay might have been longer.
    Yes, much longer. Their recent discussion about condoms had reminded him that Weres could have sex whenever they chose to without worrying about birth control. The Were culture celebrated sexual pleasure and encouraged teenage Weres to explore and experiment.
    Because their species was naturally disease-resistant, they didn’t have to worry about that issue, and no male Were could make a female pregnant unless he’d officially claimed her as his mate. Neither could he impregnate a human female who wasn’t his chosen mate, but explaining that to a woman would mean revealing his Were nature.
    He couldn’t do that in today’s political climate. But when Weres could be open about their biology, then he would no longer have to pretend that he needed condoms when he had sex with a human female. Despite what he’d told Kate, he wasn’t totally enamored with condoms.
    She was correct that sex without them was the most satisfying kind. And while he’d been kissing her, he’d yearned for that kind of satisfaction. He really shouldn’t have read her book on the plane. Very stupid move.
    Running a hand over his face, he encountered the bristle of a day-old beard. He hoped he hadn’t given her razor burn. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, and in addition to that, he didn’t want anyone at the convention to know that he’d been kissing her.
    Even for a Were given to spontaneous behavior, which he was, that kiss had been…possibly the most foolish thing he’d done in a long while. And that was saying something.
    While she talked on the phone, he found the trash can and dumped the dustpan full of glass. Then he locatedthe thermostat and turned the heat up a bit. They might not be here long, so he hated to use more than they had to, but now that he wasn’t holding Kate, he felt the chill.
    Then he remembered his own phone, which he’d tucked into an inner pocket of his overcoat. The charger was in his suitcase, which was in her vehicle, so once he’d checked for messages, he needed to power it down.
    None of the e-mails needed immediate attention except one from his brother, Colin, who’d stayed in Scotland with his mate, Luna. A year ago Colin might not have trusted Duncan to represent the MacDowell pack at this conference. They’d butted heads constantly on Duncan’s views on Were-human interaction.
    But thanks to Colin’s love for his half-blood mate, he’d revised his opinions considerably. After all, a human-Were mating had produced Luna, the light of his life. Colin had even given Duncan permission