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a duffle bag thrown over one shoulder and a laptop case in his hand. He looked...normal.
              Not like the modelesque pretty boy she’d mentally marked him as. He was still breathtakingly handsome but a pretty boy? No. This wasn’t the man she’d seen on billboard after billboard. His hair was ruffled, he hadn’t shaved and he smelled like tea tree oil shampoo and body-wash. These things were appealing. Entirely too appealing. Rather than lick the corner of his luscious mouth or ask him to scratch behind her right ear where her happy spot was, Fallon simply stuck out her hand for him to shake.
              “Fallon Wilder.”
              Those intense green-flecked amber irises bore through her as one huge hand met hers, the roughness of his palm surprising her. “Hi.” He said quite simply and it was by the grace of God himself that she didn’t melt into the linoleum floor beneath their feet. The edgy, scratchiness of his tone washed over her like a strong wave, his calm cultured inflections lost on her in the wake of how that voice grated sandpaper, making the pulse between her thighs jump.
              “Hi.” Fallon softly replied, fascinated by the way those green flecks danced a little when he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His two top front teeth were a little crooked, turning in towards each other just a bit. His only imperfection. And yet, even that seemed to be perfect...adorable like a cub that hadn’t cut his first fang yet.
              The proportions of his shoulders and arms were unreal. Muscles rippled without any true effort as he shook her hand slowly, his gaze never once leaving her own. For the first time that Fallon could remember, her wolf wanted to roll over and behave...wanted to cry and whimper until it was given the proper attention to satisfy its needs.
              There was something about the way he watched her, about the way his nostrils flared ever so slightly when he inhaled—like he was specifically seeking out her scent—that made her swallow a little bit harder, exhale a little bit harsher.
              “So you’re the lovely canine my bastard of a brother has been complaining about for months on end.” A voice suddenly said, completely interrupting what ever had just transpired and causing Fallon to spin with a snarl towards its source.
              Said source ducked behind Ransom. “Not the face! Not the face!”
              Ransom’s lip curled a bit. “The little girl ducking behind me is my brother Maddox.”
              The other bear peeked at Fallon through incredibly long lashes from behind his sibling’s shoulder. He was just as tall and just as wide as Ransom and he was incredibly...good looking. That was the best way to describe him. Where were they manufacturing these men? Had they been custom ordered? Since when did grizzlies look like this?
              “He calls me a little girl because I’m pretty.” Maddox said, flashing her a smile that was all sparkling white teeth.
              “I call you a little girl because you’re dickless.” Ransom rejoined, his voice flat, his eyes still not off of Fallon. “He’s here to make sure someone can take my dismembered body back home to our mother if necessary.”
              Her eyes narrowed. “Did you bring a ball gag?”
              He smirked. “Mebbe...”
              She turned her attention to Maddox. “I have a feeling your presence won’t be in vain.”
              “And I have a feeling that if there are more she-wolves who look like you back at Wilder Lodge...I won’t much care about my dear brother losing important parts of himself this week.” Maddox answered, that smile appearing again.
              Fallon almost wanted to smile back. It was like having a larger, lumbering version of Anoki around. “Aren’t you cute?” She leaned