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monster.”
    “Don’t worry; I
won’t.”
    As footsteps
approached the entrance of the hall, Jaycee scurried into a nearby doorway and
ducked out of sight. She held her breath as she listened to Donald storm toward
the front door, then slam it shut.
    Wondering what
that had been about, she bit her lip as she waited for a more-quiet Shaw to
pass through the hall and return to his office. She’d had no idea her employer
had ever been into hunting. There were no pictures of him with a gun and some
wild game he’d killed, no stuffed animals hanging on the walls. Donald had
always been off “hunting” when they’d lived together. Deer, bear, squirrel—you
name it, he shot it. But Shaw had never shown such tendencies.
    Humph. Strange.
     
    *
* * * *
     
    Jaycee still
wondered about the odd conversation she’d overheard that evening as she whipped
up a salad for supper, bypassing dressing. Seeing the ex again made her realize
just how much she’d been slipping on her diet. Sprinkling crumbled egg over the
top, she jumped when a knock came on her front door.
    Not expecting
visitors, Jaycee frowned and sat down her bowl of diced boiled eggs before she
hurried to the living room. She barely glanced at the nightgown she’d changed
into as soon as she’d arrived home; like there would actually be anyone she
needed to impress on the other side of the door.
    When she saw
Donald standing on her front porch, smoothing his sleek blond hair back before
breathing into his hand and sniffing to check his breath, she blinked. What the
hell? Looked like he was ready to pick up some woman for a date. So why was he
standing on her porch?
    Curiosity
getting the best of her, she opened the door and stared out at him.
    His gaze
gobbled her whole as if he could see straight through her nightgown. “God,” he
hummed out the word. “You really do look good. Have you lost weight?”
    Ire rising in
her chest, Jaycee folded her arms and cocked a hip. “No. In fact, I’ve gained.
About twenty pounds.”
    He frowned as
if he wanted to disagree but checked himself at the last moment. Finally
managing to tear his stare from her breasts, he made eye contact and offered a
rueful grin. “Can I come in?”
    Jaycee didn’t
budge. “Why?”
    “God, Jaycee.
You always gotta make a man beg, don’t you? I haven’t seen you for six fucking
months. When you opened the door today, I…I don’t know. I suddenly realized how
much I’ve missed you.”
    Totally
unmoved, she cocked an eyebrow to tell him how lame he sounded.
    “Please,” he
added, his voice cracking with the humble request, his eyes filling with
sadness. “At least give me a chance to explain myself.”
    Jaycee sighed
and rolled her eyes but stepped aside. “Five minutes,” she grumbled, thinking
how sweet it would be to throw him out on his ass when his explanation failed
to sway her in the least.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Knox fidgeted,
his wolf whining, as he watched the male enter Jaycee’s house. Donald ,
his beast sneered, showing a row full of savagely sharp teeth. After listening
to the male talk with the cubs’ father this afternoon outside the jaguars’
house, he now had a second reason to hate Jaycee’s ex. The douche was a shifter
hunter.
    Not only had he
broken Jaycee’s heart, but now he was after Knox to boot. Growling, Knox itched
to tear inside the house and rip the fucker’s worthless hide from his equally
worthless body.
    He couldn’t
believe she’d actually let that pathetic excuse for a male inside her house.
Creeping closer in his stag form, he listened to what Donald had to say.
    “I was going
through a bad point in my life six months ago. Things at work, and…and other
stuff.”
    “What other
stuff?” Jaycee demanded, making Knox grin at her unwavering tone of voice.
    “I can’t…one of
my friends was killed, okay.”
    Knox ground his
teeth when Jaycee’s sympathetic gasp reached him. “Oh my God, Donald.