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knew he’d hit the truth.
    Satisfied the worst was over, Darik dropped his arms to his sides. “I wish one of you had been the pizza guy instead of this.” His joke hovered in thick air.
    With hazel eyes flickering, Dontae carefully chose his words. “We came to this city to have lives amid culture and diversity. To see the theater, build things, expand ourselves! And you want to tear it all down.”
    “I want to do no such thing,” Nathaniel stepped forward with fury. “I was the first one who said yes when you wanted to leave Maine for here. What I did last night has no reflection on that! What was I supposed to do, let him rape her? Would that have made you happy?”
    Dontae’s jaw tightened. “Of course not,” he grunted.
    “You stopped that robbery a month ago when that old lady was tied up in her house! How is this any different?”
    “I didn’t…finish the job.”
    The room went silent.
    “Yeah. Well, I did.” Nathaniel flipped around and made for the door.
    “Nate. Come back,” Darik called after him.
    “Fuck him.” Nathaniel slammed the door. As he strode to the stairs, he paused. Inside, with a voice so low only a werewolf could hear, Darik confessed, “You’re still hung up on Catherine, that’s your problem. Not every woman cheats and lies, Dontae. When are you going to make room for that?”
    There was only silence. Nathaniel headed down the stairs, realizing they were probably listening to his exit. Or at least Dontae would be; he was no fool. He’d been one for Catherine, and Darik was right, he wouldn’t let it go. Now he was on high alert for anyone doing anything they couldn’t say aloud and with pride. Nathaniel didn’t have to explain himself for wanting to see Michelle today. Last night’s actions were his pack’s business, but he didn’t see how seeing her had anything to do with Dontae. The mere implied power he tried to exert over Nathaniel was offensive and out of line. They were their own wolves, equals. A fact that all four understood.
    Fuck Dontae.

Chapter Five
    B y Wednesday , Michelle was kicking herself for not getting his last name. Sure, she didn’t want to get into a cab with a stranger no matter how hot he was, but she could have suggested instead that they go get a coffee and chat, or something! At the same time, his being unable or unwilling to explain his appearance made her angry all over again.
    Back and forth went her emotions over the passing days. As she sat outside Moore Designs waiting for her client to come out and join her, she typed away on her laptop on the bench, muttering more than once, “I’m losing my mind.”
    “Sorry that took so long!”
    Michelle looked up to find thirty-something Laura Moore smiling, her red hair all wild, wavy and fabulous. Her outfit was to die for, one of her own creations. She had a funky hipness to her clothing style that didn’t lack elegance. It was what a hipster would wear when they grew up a little and decided to wash their hair.
    Closing her laptop, Michelle rose up to give a hug. “You look so cool.”
    “Me? Look at you!” Laura motioned to Michelle’s burgundy wrap dress and brown boots. “I love this!”
    Laughing and pleased, Michelle admitted, “I feel like I have to step it up a notch when I come to meet with you in person.”
    Laura waved her away like a friend would, and cocked a red eyebrow. “Want to get a drink and talk about what you’ve got planned? Karrie can watch over the place just fine.” She leaned into the shop and called out, “Karrie! I’ll be back in an hour or so. Make sure it doesn’t burn down!”
    “You got it!” her associate shouted back.
    Laura winked. “Fun! Let’s go!”
    They walked to a local restaurant that had a full bar and while Michelle wouldn’t normally have a drink during work hours, this was her client and in a way her boss, so…best job ever. As the bartender leaned in, she was pleased to hear Laura inquire as to whether they carried Trefethen