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    She stirred honey into a mug of mint tea, then returned to the bedroom with the tea, a bottle of ibuprofen from her purse, and the carving knife.
    “I hope you like honey and mint,” she said.
    “If it’s hot, it’s good.” Roy tried to sit up, but didn’t get very far.
    She put the things she carried down on the bedside table and helped him lean back against the headboard. He immediately put his right hand back under the pillow, where he’d stashed the gun. Unnerved, Laura tried not to stare at the curtained window across from them.
    “Are you in a lot of pain?” she asked.
    “It’s not that bad.” He was a rotten liar. Not enough practice, she supposed.
    “Let me re-phrase that, tough guy. I have a bottle of extra-strength ibuprofen. Want some?”
    He managed to crack a smile. “Yes.”
    Roy put the pills in his mouth, then picked up the mug. His hands were shaking; tea slopped over the rim. Laura caught his hand, steadying it in hers, and helped him hold it to his lips.
    When he’d finished it, she put the mug down on the bedside table. Despite the tea, he was still shivering. Laura touched his cheek. It was icy as the rock she’d hit her knee on.
    “Let me get in bed with you. I’m hot. I mean warm ,” she corrected herself, flustered. “You said you might have hypothermia.”
    The skin around Roy’s gray eyes crinkled with amusement. “I promise to be a gentleman.”
    “As if you have a choice.” Laura climbed in under the covers, and helped him lie down again. She was right: he was freezing.
    “Let go of the gun.” She was beginning to shiver herself. “Put your arms around me.”
    His hand stayed where it was, and she felt him tense beside her.
    “It’s literally within hand’s reach,” she pointed out. “And honestly, it scares me to be inches away from a man with his finger on the trigger of a loaded gun.”
    “My finger’s not on the trigger. You don’t do that until you’re ready to fire.”
    But he slid his hand out from under the pillow, rolled on to his side, and put his arms around her. She held him close, willing the heat in her to soak into him.
    At first all she was conscious of was the cold and the effort it took to not pull away from it. But as Roy’s body slowly warmed against hers, she relaxed into his embrace. She’d never before been held by a man big enough to make her feel small. It gave her a sense of being safe and protected.
    Laura’s breasts were pressed up against Roy’s chest. She had her head nestled into his muscular shoulder, inhaling his clean scent, her forehead tickled by strands of his silky hair. How long did it take for a military haircut to grow out that much? Had he not had a chance to cut his hair since he’d been wounded in Afghanistan?
    She wondered if that had even happened, then decided that it probably had. She doubted that he’d lied to her. Omitted some things, obviously. But he struck her as an honest man. An honest werewolf.
    It was odd that it didn’t scare her to curl up in bed with a man who could turn into a wolf. But like his size, it made her feel more safe, not less. Now that she had a chance to think about it, it made her happy to know that amazing, magical, impossible things like werewolves really existed. And Roy had been a magnificent wolf.
    “You are hot,” muttered Roy, pulling her even closer. He’d stopped shivering. “I mean warm.”
    Laura laughed. “Told you.”
    She couldn’t help enjoying lying there with him, his strong body pressed so intimately against hers. If she turned her head to the side, her lips would touch his throat.
    Kiss him and make it better , she thought. An impulse came over her to do just that, so fierce and demanding that it was all she could do to resist.
    She forced herself to hold still. Roy was holding her because he was chilled, not because he wanted to hold her . He’d barely had the strength to lift a cup of tea. The last thing he needed right now was to have to gather