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voice.
    Jenna’s
lower lip quivered. He’d been with her on Saturday night, and today he was
fucking someone else. He really did like to spread himself around.
    Jenna
wondered if this woman was pretty. Thin, even. Yeah, Jenna could do with losing
some weight, but she was happy with who she was. Brady had seemed to like the
extra padding, too, when they’d done the wild thing.
    Best
course of action would have been to go back to her car, dragging her tail
between her legs. Admit to herself that he was handsome, filthy rich, and could
do it with whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Forget about him. Move on.
    However,
as The Pussycat Dolls version of Sway sounded through the alley, she wanted to
get one look at the woman who was obviously so skilled in sex that Brady drove
all this way three times a week just to fuck her.
    She
crept farther along the alley, spotting a small side window. Darn. It was in
the middle of the wall, and even with her high heels, she’d ever be able to
see. She looked around as Brady shouted, “work that ass for me, baby”.
    An
empty plastic crate stood at the end of the alley. That should get her enough height
to at least take a peek. She grabbed it, turned it over and then used the wall
to anchor herself. She peered into the window with disbelief at the sight in
front of her.
    ****
    Brady
tried to remember all his moves as Sway blared out through the speakers. The
tango was his favorite of all the ballroom dances, and he was determined to get
it right.
    Daisy
bobbed her head from side to side and kicked her legs over his. He held her
tight as they maneuvered to the other end of the room. He was usually great
with his concentration and not letting anything distract him. However the face
he saw through the small window at the side of the studio wasn’t one he could
ignore, and not just because it was beautiful. He recognized the woman spying
on him—Jenna.
    He
came to an abrupt halt, almost causing Daisy to trip over her own feet.
    “What’s
wrong?” she asked.
    He
didn’t respond, but when he didn’t take his eyes off the window, Daisy turned
to look.
    “An
admirer of yours?” asked Daisy, putting her nose into the air. “And not a
shifter by the smell of things.”
    “She’s
my attorney.”
    At
that moment, Jenna screamed. He watched as her face gradually disappeared from
view. Brady ran over to the window and opened it up. Jenna struggled to free
her heel from a crate.
    “What
on earth are you doing?” he asked her.
    “I
was … could you come and help me? My foot’s wedged.”
    “I’ll
be right there.”
    Brady
turned to Daisy. “I guess it’s a short lesson today because I have to go help
my attorney get her foot free.”
    “What’s
she doing here?”
    “That’s
what I intend to find out.”
    Brady
grabbed his coat and walked out of the studio. He stepped into the alleyway
hoping that the slush didn’t mark and stain his black patent dancing shoes.
    Jenna
was still trying to get her foot free.
    “Just
hang on or you’ll twist your ankle or even snap it,” said Brady.
    With
one simple tug he had her free. He kept his hand on her calf while his libido
stirred up again. Dancing close to Daisy hadn’t done that for him.
    “Thank
you, and I’m sorry I disturbed your—whatever that dance was called.”
    “The
tango.”
    “Right,
the tango.
    “So
what are you doing here?” asked Brady.
    He
was a tad angry he’d been followed when he’d done his utmost to keep his
ballroom dancing lessons a secret from the others in the group. Brady was also
a tad embarrassed it was Jenna who’d caught him red-handed.
    “I
was just … okay. I wanted to see what you did in Missoula three times a week.”
    “Everything
okay?” asked Daisy, putting her head out the window.
    “Yes,
it’s fine,” said Brady. “Daisy meet Jenna. Jenna, my dance instructor.”
    “Pleased
to meet you,” said Jenna.
    “You
done for the day?” Daisy asked him.
    “Yeah,
I’ll come and get my