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trips back and forth between Washington D.C. and the Tri-Cities.
    Though he was one of the hundred or so werewolves who’d revealed themselves to the public, Adam wasn’t one of Bran’s front men—he didn’t have the temperament for being a celebrity. But after working with the government for forty-odd years, first in the military and later as a security consultant, he’d developed a network of contacts as well as an understanding of politics that made him invaluable to the Marrok—and to the government as they tried to decide how to deal with yet another group of preternatural creatures.
    Between his schedule and my clever avoidance tactics I hadn’t seen him for almost two months.
    Even to my monocular gaze, he was beautiful, more beautiful than I remembered him being. I wanted to linger on his slavic cheekbones and his sensuous mouth, damn it. I jerked my gaze to Samuel—which was hardly safer. He wasn’t as pretty, but that didn’t matter to my stupid hormones.
    Samuel broke the silence first. “Why aren’t you in bed, Mercy?” he drawled. “You look worse than the accident victim I had die on the table last week.”
    Adam came to his feet and crossed the living room in four long strides while I waited like a rabbit in a snare, knowing I should run, but unable to move. He stopped in front of me, whistling softly between his teeth as he examined the damage. When he leaned closer and touched my neck, I heard a noise from the kitchen.
    Samuel had broken his coffee cup. He didn’t look up at me as he set about cleaning the mess.
    â€œNasty,” Adam said, drawing my attention back to him. “Can you see out of that eye?”
    â€œNot as well as I see out of the other,” I told him. “But I see well enough to tell that you aren’t on your way to D.C. like you were supposed to be.” He’d had to come back for Moon’s Night, but I knew that he’d flown in yesterday afternoon and had been scheduled to fly out an hour ago.
    The corner of his mouth kicked up, and I could have bitten off my tongue when I realized I’d just let him know that I was keeping track of his movements. “My schedule changed. I was supposed to fly out to Los Angeles a few hours ago. D.C. was last week and next week.”
    â€œSo why are you still here?”
    The amusement left his face and his eyes narrowed as he said curtly. “My ex-wife decided she is in love again. She and her new boyfriend headed off to Italy for an indefinite period. When I called, Jesse had already been alone for three days.” Jesse was his fifteen-year-old daughter who had been living with her mother in Eugene for the summer. “I bought her a plane ticket and she should be here in a couple of hours. I told Bran I’m off duty. He’ll have to shuffle politicians on his own for a while.”
    â€œPoor Jesse,” I said. Jesse was one of the reasons I’d always respected Adam, even when he frustrated me the most. He’d never let anything, not business, not the pack, come before his daughter.
    â€œSo I’ll be around for a while.” It wasn’t the words, it was the way he looked at me when he said them that forced me back a step. I hate it when that happens.
    I decided to change the subject. “Good. Darryl’s a great guy, but he’s pretty hard on Warren when you aren’t around.”
    Darryl was Adam’s second and Warren his third. In most packs the two ranks were so close that there was always some tension between the wolves who held them, especially without the Alpha around. Warren’s sexual preferences made the tension even worse.
    Being different among humans is hard. Being different among wolves is usually deadly. There aren’t very many homosexual werewolves who survive for long. Warren was tough, self-reliant and Adam’s best friend. The combination was enough to keep him alive but not always