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garage door opened and he drove inside, closing the door behind him. He turned off the key before he looked my way.
    “What is it with you? Are you always this stubborn, or is it just that I repulse you?”
    His jaw tightened, clenching his teeth to keep from saying more. He still gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his muscles in his arm tight and distracting.
    Yeah, he didn’t repulse me at all. That was part of the problem.
    “What’s so hard to understand?” I popped my door open, dispersing the fresh, almost wild scent I was starting to associate with him. “From the day we met, you lied to me, just like every other doctor I’ve dated. Forgive me for learning from my past mistakes and protecting myself.”
    “Okay, ask me something that doesn’t have anything to do with my family.”
    “I won’t know if you’re lying.”
    “I think you will.” His bright hazel eyes sparkled in the dim light of the garage.
    “All right.” I had no clue what to ask, and then a vision flashed through my head. Jason in a ring. A boxing ring. Blood trickling from his nose. And then it was gone. My confidence in my visions was wavering. First our naked entwined bodies, and now a boxing ring? The last thing a doctor would get involved in was boxing. They made their living off their brains and their hands, and both took a beating in a boxing ring. Jason was smarter than that. I thought.
    His bruised knuckles twisted on top of the steering wheel as he awaited my question. I swallowed the disbelief and opened my mouth. “How did you really get that cut on your face and the bruises on your hands?”
    He hesitated and rubbed a palm down his face before meeting my eyes. “I’ve been boxing.”
    My jaw threatened to drop wide open. “Why?”
    He shook his head. “There’s not enough time to answer that now.”
    He got out of the car and I followed him inside. His house wasn’t what I expected. There wasn’t opulence or a sense of supremacy in a bookcase lined with leather-bound first-edition books or polished ancient fossils. The décor embraced the grays of the stone fireplace in the center of the room. All the wood was natural pine, not some kind of rare walnut or cherry wood, and his walls weren’t covered in awards and accolades; instead there were black-framed charcoal sketches of wolves.
    I wandered closer to the wall. The drawings were intricate. Each wolf had character, his spirit shining in his eyes. I turned to find Jason behind the bar in the kitchen. “These are amazing. Who’s the artist?”
    He glanced my way as he brought two glasses out of the cupboard. “I used to sketch. It helped me focus my thoughts.”
    “ You drew these?” I leaned in closer to the frame like I might find his signature hidden inside. “You missed your calling.”
    He let out a wry laugh as he dropped ice cubes into the glasses. “My family needed a doctor not an artist.”
    Family. He’d given up on a dream for his, and I’d run out on mine. I didn’t even know if Grandma Nani had gotten my warning.
    Who was I to judge this guy? Another brick in my emotional barrier wobbled.

Chapter Seven
    J ASON
    S he perused my wall, examining my artwork while I filled two glasses with ice water. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, wondering what was going on in her head. Usually I had an easy rapport with women, but there was no pinning her down.
    It didn’t help that since she’d touched my hand, the wolf inside of me was wide awake and eager to be near her. Coherent thought threatened to slip right through my bruised fingers.
    Just like every other facet of my damned life, I had no control.
    While she was distracted with the wall of wolves, my gaze wandered over her features, memorizing every curve of her face. Exotic and beautiful. And a complete mystery. Her blatant dismissal of doctors made it clear, she’d had her heart broken before, and as irrational and stupid as it was, I wanted to kick his ass for hurting her, for