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jogged over to his trailer pulling her behind.
    He fished the keys out of the backpack and opened the door pushing her in first. She blinked as the light flickered on. It was... sparse . If it weren’t for the dirty dishes in the sink and the clothes thrown around she’d never know someone was actually living there.
    Jackson walked past her, his arm brushing against hers. She shivered . She was disappointed to find he was pulling on a pair of jeans. She wasn’t averse to him staying naked...
    Reluctantly he threw Carly a t-shirt and she slipped it on. She smiled dreamily at being surrounded by his delicious scent. Mmmmm cinnamon goodness .
    Jackson watched her awkwardly. He hadn’t planned beyond getting her back to his place . Now that she was here he wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. He knew what his wolf wanted to do; the beast was voicing his opinion very loudly...
    Carly looked around and decided to break the tension. “Did you just move in?”
    “What? No, I’ve been here three years.”
    “Mmmm it’s really... homey.” She finished lamely.
    Jackson frowned. “Well pardon me your majesty, not all of us have doilies and coasters.”
    She wagged her finger at him. “I wasn’t being mean and I’ll have you know they were gifts from my grandma!”
    He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted when his phone chirruped. He tensed when he saw the caller ID. Marcus . It must be bad if he was ringing, normally he delegated everything to Alma.
    Jackson declined the call and put the phone in the bread bin. Along with the other things he wanted to ignore, including a rent bill and a letter from his mother.
    “Are we safe here?” Carly was anxious, thinking of the men back at the motel.
    “ We should be... for tonight anyway. I put up talismans so witches can’t scry here and I’m guessing those guys won’t look for you here and I doubt they can track us.” Dragging her round and round in circles for hours had seen to that.
    Carly rubbed her eyes and yawned. “I’m tired.”
    Jackson folded his massive arms over his chest and gave her a hard look. “I took a lot of risk bringing you here, now I need something from you.”
    Her cheeks reddened immediately imagining the things he might want her to do. She wanted to be indignant but they were things she herself had imagined him doing to her, last night when she was taking a very satisfying shower...
    Jackson saw her embarrassment and almost laughed out loud. He knew what she was thinking . He was half tempted to find out if she really could be blackmailed into sleeping with him but thought better of it. He was fairly confident that they were going to be together soon anyway, and when they were it would be of her own free will. His wolf was impatiently counting the minutes.
    “Mind out of the gutter foxy.” He ordered. “I want you to tell me exactly what happened with your boss.”
    Sighing Carly hopped up on a stool and folded her arms on top of the counter. She proceeded to tell him everything. The same story she had told the cops over and over again. She told him how Carlton had approached her after work, how he had insisted on driving her home, how he forced her to go for a drink, although she admitted that he didn’t exactly have to force the martinis down her throat , then that was it. Everything went black after that. She then recited the cops arresting her, the bail hearing and the threats made against her by the other inmates.
    Jackson stood looking at her with a small frown of disapproval. She groaned, that was the exact look her dad used to give her whenever she snuck out her bedroom window to go partying with Ling. “Okay so I got a teeny weeny bit drunk and I’m now in a bit of a hole, but you can’t honestly stand there and pretend you’ve never gotten drunk.”
    He pursed his lips as his wolf growled in displeasure. “You shouldn’t take rides from strange men. It’s not safe.”
    Carly stared at him incredulously. “Really?