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had different genetics now, didn’t she?
    If she doubted all she had been told earlier, the trim waist, flat tummy, lean hips, and nice butt brought it all into perspective. Even her skin was smoother, the paleness now a light cream. And her eyes. The green seemed brighter, with the band of blue around it darker. Seeing was definitely believing.
    “What a trip.” Her voice was full of wonder as she continued to look in the mirror.
    After taking a last look at the new, improved her again, she got dressed. And everything fit perfectly. She took another glance in the mirror again, fluffed her hair, and then walked out to meet Flynn.
    “Nice,” Flynn said, eyeing her all over. “And here I thought you looked good wearing my pajama top. And the towel.”
    Her cheeks pinked at that. “Yes, well, I feel good, but weird at the same time.”
    “How’s that?”
    “This isn’t the me I left home with.” She smiled ruefully.
    He walked over and took her hand in his. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. And if you get to feeling uneasy about it again, just look at it as a new improved diet plan with guaranteed results.”
    She laughed a little shakily at that.
    “Come on.” He tugged her hand. “Everyone is waiting downstairs.”
    They walked out the bedroom still holding hands, down two sets of stairs to the bottom floor. Flynn led her through a swinging door on their left to a dining room. It was a good-sized room with a dark walnut table for twelve and matching china hutch and sideboard with various potted palms scattered around. Gabe, Roan, a boy about twelve, and two women—one blond and one redhead—were waiting for them when they arrived. The table was set for a feast.
    “Well, don’t just stand there, Flynn. Introduce your True Mate,” the red-haired woman said with a smile.
    “Of course.” Flynn’s pale eyes were alight with happiness as he looked at Sasha.
    She smiled back, not sure what to think of that look and what it could mean.
    “You know Gabe and have already met Roan.”
    The two stood up. Roan inclined his head formally, and Gabe smiled. The first true smile she had seen from him since she awoke. She returned it and then caught a whiff of something, a subtle undercurrent, but wasn’t sure what it was. And since she was new to this smell thing, she let it go, thinking it was nothing as Flynn continued the introductions and Gabe and Roan sat.
    “The little scamp beside Gabe is our brother, Dillon.” He pointed to the boy, though she had already guessed who he might be. The boy’s hair was a bit redder, but she couldn’t mistake those eyes.
    “Are you really Flynn’s True Mate?” Dillon asked.
    Out of the mouths of babes, she thought as everyone looked at her expectantly. “Well, I guess I am.” She was beginning to feel it was true now that she had admitted it out loud.
    “Cool.” He smiled with awe.
    Flynn and the others chuckled at Dillon’s response. “And the beautiful redhead is my mother, Charlaine LeGuer.”
    “Call me Charlie, my dear.” Flynn’s mother rose, came around the table, and, pausing in front of Sasha, gave her a big hug.
    The woman didn’t look any older than Sasha and still had a figure after having three sons. She hadn’t given them their eyes, though. Hers were a clear green.
    “Haven’t you forgotten somebody?” the blond asked. Sasha could smell the woman’s anger and something else. Lust?
    “What is she doing here, Roan?” Flynn looked extremely pissed.
    “Why, I…” she started to say, only to have Flynn cut her off.
    “I didn’t ask you. I asked Roan.” Flynn gave her a cold, steely glare that shut her up.
    “She came in the guise of wanting to meet Sasha. And since it wasn’t a total lie, I allowed her to stay so the rest of her little ruse could play out,” Roan answered.
    “Now, that’s just not fair, Roan. I only wanted to see if it was true about Flynn having a True Mate.” The woman pursed her red lips into a mock