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and they’re partners, and Houston has a wolf on his belt...
    “Are you...” she started.
    “Wolves?” finished Jack. He took another sip of his drink, draining it, and sat the glass on the table.
    Kirsten just nodded.
    Without warning, Houston threw his head back and howled, and Jack joined in.
    “AWOOOOOOO!”
    Kirsten gasped, then laughed. The entire bar seemed to stop and stare, and Kirsten gave everyone a weak wave and a half shrug as if to say, hey, gotta howl it out sometimes, right?
    “Yeah,” Jack finally said.
    “Grrrr,” added Houston with a wink.
    “So you can shift,” she said.
    “Of course,” said Jack.
    “That’s the point,” said Houston.
    “Can I see?”
    “Not now,” Houston said, laughing. “It’s generally frowned upon to turn into a wild animal in a fine dining establishment like this one.”
    “Oh, come on,” said Kirsten. “You just howled.”
    “Different,” said Jack. “Besides, when you shift, you wind up naked.”
    That’s fine , Kirsten thought immediately.
    “You won’t show me your scar, you won’t shift,” said Kirsten. “I must just be here for the free drinks.”
    With that she grabbed her Greyhound and drained it.
    “I’ll show you my scar,” said Jack. “You’re just drunk and keep getting distracted from the price negotiations.”
    “I’m here now,” said Kirsten. “Glass is empty, I’m focused totally on price. I’ve got a phone and a credit card.”
    “Keep your stuff,” Jack said.
    He leaned forward.
    “All I want is a kiss.”
    Kirsten laughed.
    “This whole time, that was all I had to do to see the scar?” Kirsten asked, twisting in her seat, looking up at Jack. She was pretty sloshed, though dimly aware that maybe her better judgement wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
    “C’mere,” she said, and grabbed the front of his shirt in one hand, pulling his face down to hers.
    She did manage to smash their noses together at first, but Jack corrected skillfully, his mouth working against hers. His hand cupped the side of her face as he kissed her hungrily. Kirsten moved both of her hands to Jack’s torso, feeling the ridges of muscle there, haphazardly grabbing his shirt and trying to bring him closer to her.
    I’m in trouble , she realized, closing her teeth around Jack’s bottom lip and biting gently.
    He growled at her softly, and Kirsten obediently opened her mouth again, his tongue on her lip, then inside her mouth, then wrestling with hers.
    I can’t stop myself , she thought. I don’t even want to.  
    Jack ended the kiss and stroked her cheek, looking down into Kirsten’s eyes.
    Then he spoke.
    “You’ve got lipstick everywhere,” he whispered.
    “So do you,” she whispered back, feeling lost in a haze.
    Then Jack’s gaze flicked to somewhere above her head, and he grinned wickedly.
    “Want to lick it off?” he asked Houston.
    “Gross,” said Houston, as he leaned around Kirsten and kissed Jack hard, just inches in front of her face.
    Yes, was all Kirsten could think, her hand on Houston’s thigh again. He covered it with his, holding it there with more force than necessary.
    “I’ve got scars,” he offered, sitting back.
    It took Kirsten a minute to remember what the hell he was talking about.
    “Same price?” she finally asked.
    He didn’t nod, he just kissed her, his rough stubble tickling her face. He locked one hand in her hair and put the other on her knee, his touch so hot that Kirsten thought it might burn her.
    When the kiss finally ended, Kirsten felt like she didn’t know up from down anymore. The only thing she could think was: we have to go somewhere.
    Now .
    Except Jack was unbuttoning his shirt.
    Right here, right now? Kirsten thought for a split second.
    Then she saw the thick, pinkish-white scar that stretched the diagonal length of his torso, ending in a shiny pad about two inches below his nipple.
    She gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.
    “Oh my God,” she said, her eyes