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Twelve
    S itting in their Camaro in the back parking lot of Northwestern Memorial, Curragh stared at the building while Xavier tapped on the steering wheel. He was drumming the beat of Van Morrison’s famous song. Then he sang, changing the lyrics to suit the moment. “My brown-eyed cop. Da na na na—”
    “—Shut up!” Curragh growled, eyes locked on the door. “ Howard is probably in there telling her all about what we really are.”
    Xavier’s hands dropped to his lap. “He wouldn’t.”
    “He’s a pup. With tits like hers, he won’t be able to keep his trap shut.”
    Xavier chuckled. “They are nice. How do they feel?”
    Curragh cut a warning glance to his friend. “Like trouble. Lay off it.”
    “I can’t believe you fucked a cop. YOU! Man, this is too good.”
    “I didn’t know” grumbled Curragh, looking back to the door. “From the tight dress, cleavage and her hair all long and shiny, who would’ve guessed they let someone like that on the…” He trailed off, focused. She was inside. They had to wait until she left so they could talk to that puny wolf and see what he knew and what he’d hidden…or not. And Curragh lied to himself that it was the only reason he was watching. “I wouldn’t have touched her with YOUR dick if I knew.”
    “Mind if I have a crack at her?”
    Without knowing he was even going to, Curragh punched Xavier hard in the face, throwing the other wolf back against the driver’s side door. Xavier’s eyes glowed dark amber as he held up his hands. “I was joking!”
    Curragh blinked, his wolf thrashing inside his soul. His eyes were the color of sea foam and he leaned back, panting. “Fuck. Sorry.”
    “Right,” Xavier said under his breath. Then he glanced to the hospital. “There she is.”
    Curragh’s head turned so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. He searched, but couldn’t see Kara. When chuckling drew his attention left, he snarled. “Not funny.”
    “I think it’s fucking hilarious. She really got to you, didn’t she?” Xavier’s beard spread wide on a grin. “Because she fooled you? Is that it? Where’d you meet her?”
    “Doesn’t matter. I’m never fucking her again, so drop it.” He looked away. “There she is.” Annoyed, he added, “For real this time.”
    Kara had just stepped into the sunlight, a strong frown creasing her striking features, the shine of her hair glinting even with the tight bun. She pulled her phone out of her jacket and kept walking. Probably to her car, was Curragh’s best guess.
    As soon as she had her back to them, he said, “Let’s go.”
    The wolves got out of the car and watched her talking on her phone, the distance growing between them as they made their way to the hospital. Xavier texted they were on their way, his head down.
    Tuning in his supernatural hearing, Curragh heard, “Whoever it was that attacked him, they didn’t leave evidence. Have you had someone comb the place?” After a pause, “Okay. I’m coming in.”
    By the time she hung up and pulled out her keys, the wolves were inside and heading for Howard,
    Curragh stopped just as they were about to walk inside the room. “I left my phone in the car.”
    “Okay,” Xavier slid his into his jeans pocket and, looking around to make sure no one saw him, reached for the door.
    Outside Curragh made a beeline for Kara. She was backing up her Cadillac, so he walked faster. Too fast for being out in public like this. Struggling to force his wolf to calm the fuck down, he slowed and threw a glowering frown behind him to see if Xavier was onto him. He wasn’t.
    With a quick glance around the lot, he took off running, keeping his pace relatively human. Just as Kara was about to drive off, he hit the trunk. She slammed the brakes and screeched to a halt. He went to her window and knocked on it as she stared out at him, brown eyes rounder than usual. As it rolled down, she demanded, “Where did you come from? I thought you—”
    “Let me