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in at all,” she said cheerfully. “I didn’t fall asleep until about, oh—” she glanced at her watch, “—three hours ago. I lay there thinking, you know what? I had a hell of a weekend. Someone else can take depositions for a few days.”
    “I think that’s wise.” He stood to pull a key and a piece of paper from his pocket. He slid both of them across the table to her. “Here’s the key, here’s the code to the alarm system. I want you to check in with me every three hours.”
    “ What?? ” she exclaimed, appalled. “You’re not serious.”
    “Hell I’m not,” he said mildly, forcing her to drop her gaze by staring her in the eye.
    Fucking arrogant alpha dominance bullshit.
    “I can’t get you full protection. But I can get an unmarked car to drive by here during the day, and I can make you stay in touch with me. Until we figure out who those assholes are, I’m keeping tabs on you.”
    “But how would they even know I’m here?”
    “How’d they know where you lived?” he asked quietly.
    “I don’t…I guess…” She trailed off, flustered.
    “I don’t know either, Lark, but they did. Did Eloise give them your full name?”
    “I don’t remember,” she whispered.
    “Lark’s not a common name. She may have told them y’all worked together, and I’m sure they knew where she worked. However they did it, they found you, and I’m not going to assume they can’t find you again. So you’re keeping in touch with me. Every three hours. You can call or you can text, it’s up to you. And if you leave the house, you text me where you’re going.”
    “Well, shit,” she muttered, “why don’t you just put a GPS locator on me?”
    “Don’t tempt me.” He smiled and rose to leave.
    “Hey, what about the doctor?”
    “What doctor?”
    “You’re going to the doctor about your leg, right? You’re limping and wincing.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll call the doctor. Every three hours, Lark, and I mean it.”
    She followed him to the front door.
    “Fine,” she said. “Come home with a doctor’s note, or I’m telling Aunt Meg.”
    He’d just opened the door, and now he turned to her with a look of amused amazement. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He laughed.
    “I’m not,” she smiled, delighted. She hadn’t seen him laugh like that in years. “I’m as serious as you are, werewolf. Get that leg looked at and don’t come home till you do.”
    He was still shaking his head as he got into his car and drove away.

Chapter Four
    “Holy fuck, what happened to you?” Taran asked when the rookie beta walked into the squad room Wednesday afternoon.
    Danny tried to grin, but it came out a grimace. “Bike. Took a turn doing ninety and planted my face in some gravel.”
    The shiner on his right eye and cuts and scrapes on both cheeks made him look like he’d lost a fight, and not a close one. He winced, favoring his right side as he sat down at his desk across the aisle from Taran’s.
    “That’s a shitty way to spend your day off. Think you broke anything?”
    “Nah,” Denardo replied. “Just bruised all over and stiff as hell.”
    Betas didn’t heal as fast as alphas.
    Denardo sat down at his desk and logged into his computer before continuing, “Hope it’s gone by this weekend; I’m standing up in my buddy Luc’s wedding, in Vegas. I leave tomorrow, come back Sunday. Unless you think I need to stick around for the case?”
    “I don’t see why. If anything breaks I’ll call you, but I’m sure I can handle it. Hey, wait a minute.” Taran looked up from his computer. “Luc. He wouldn’t be a French guy, would he?”
    Denardo seemed startled. “Uh, yeah. French Canadian, actually. Why?”
    “Huh. I showed Lark some pictures I found at Eloise Catrera’s place, and she ID’d a French wolf named Luc Deviger. Said Eloise went to Vegas with him a few times.”
    The beta frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s him. Weird. I don’t remember Luc ever mentioning