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cranky—”
              “Those in law enforcement who’ve probably spent years working with hardened criminals, end up in tears?”
              Ransom shrugged.
              Maddox sighed. “You don’t even know why you just ruined that man’s day, and possibly his life, do you?”
              “I suppose you’re going to enlighten me, oh wise one.” Ransom mocked, eyes scanning the surrounding activity as people bustled through the airport. Every few seconds his chest clenched a bit, wondering when he’d see her. After a three hour flight and no sleep the night before, he was edgy. This could go really well, or really badly.
    “It’s because you,” Maddox poked Ransom in the shoulder, ignoring his low growl, “are not here for business. You’re here for a she-wolf.”
    He bit the inside of his cheek. “Not this bullshit again...”
    “ Yes this bullshit again.” Ransom’s sibling turned fully towards him, “You’re in denial. Deep, deep denial and it needs to stop because I can tell you right now—”
    Maddox wasn’t able to complete that sentence when Ransom’s hand came up, covering his whole face and pushing him backwards as the most alluring scent caught Ransom’s attention. His nostrils flared as that scent got stronger; the smell of wildflowers and summer berries hitting him in the gut.
    “Rude!” Maddox bellowed, slapping Ransom’s hand off but he was too far gone into that scent.
    Standing, he searched through the hordes of people surrounding him, some human and some not, until his eyes locked on her. She strode towards him with a purpose in her steps, eyes straight ahead, shoulders back, head held high. She had the walk of an alpha with a lazy grace that was generally innate to felines. And yet she moved swiftly, a challenge in her gait that just about dared someone to interfere with whatever plans she had.
    Shoulder length chestnut brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and stuffed under a cap. Her upper half covered in a simple grey V-neck t-shirt, her lower in dark wash jeans that hugged her hips and her considerably large wolf feet rested comfortably in laced up hiking boots. Her hands were stuffed in her front pockets and her pretty face fixed in a scowl that could scare legions of demons. God she was beautiful.
    And when those huge, brown, thickly lashed eyes landed on Ransom, he knew. He knew right then and there that he was a fucking liar. He’d lied to her. He’d lied to his brother. He’d lied to himself. Because business be damned. He didn’t want Wilder Lodge. He didn’t even want a rose bush from Wilder land. Oh no, Ransom McKenna wanted Fallon. All of Fallon.
    It was the stare she shot him, it had been the same one in her pictures; the one that made his bear perk up and take notice; the one that made him acknowledge the reason why he hadn’t used that goddamn black book in months. He didn’t want some interchangeable female who needed lit candles and three hundred count sheets. He wanted a female who could deal with a simple rough ride on the forest floor with nothing more than the moon overhead and growls and snarls echoing out into the night.
    Everything inside of Ransom told him that Fallon was that female. Then everything inside of him decided, in that moment, he would be finding out if it were true. And soon.
    She got closer, stopped in front of him and said, “Mr. McKenna?”
    That low, husky tone shot straight to his scrotum and he swallowed. Yeah...soon... really soon.
             
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              Whatever she’d been expecting to see of Ransom...this was not it. Fallon had thought the seemingly luxury pampered bear would show up in a custom made Brooks Brothers suit with a dozen suitcases and a weighed down assistant by his side but...he didn’t. The man was wearing a tank, sweats and running shoes! All three items a size that she didn’t really want to calculate but he was wearing them nonetheless with