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blush continued. Even her
lips were flushed, and parted, and Dash found himself seized by the urge to kiss
her. Or, better, to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the kitchen
bench. His scent all over her would keep Gaelan at bay.
    He stepped in closer to
her, extending a hand to lift her chin so he could look her in the eye.
    “I’ll be fine. I’m, um,
worried about Jack and Daisy.” She shifted her weight, and her breath
quickened.
    “I’m sure we can protect
them from anything... inappropriate.” He swore his pulse beat in time with hers.
He could feel it in his groin.
    Her tongue darted out to
run over her lips and Dash’s restraint snapped. He pulled her in to him and took her mouth, wanting to own
her, to mark her. Mine.
    He pushed his pelvis
against hers, and slid his tongue into her mouth, echoing what he wanted to do
to her. Some dim, human, part of his brain suggested he wait until they were
alone, but all his wolfish self wanted was to mate with her again. He
remembered what she felt like riding him, sending a shudder through his body
like the aftershock of an earthquake.
    But it was okay. She
kissed him back, sucking on his tongue, pushing her angular body that was
somehow soft in all the right places against him. Gods, he nearly came right there.
    The sound of someone
clearing their throat brought him back from the brink, and he turned, growling.
He must protect his mate at all costs.
    Elaine stood in the
doorway. “Just wanted to check that you found the milk okay,” she said
brightly, her gaze on Annie. “And make sure that scoundrel Gaelan didn’t
frighten you too much.”
    Dash looked back at his
woman, her face red as beets, her hand over her mouth, her eyes huge and not with
arousal. Damn it, he’d gone too far. Seeing how disturbed she was poured a
bucket of cold water on his libido.
    “I’m fine,” she muttered,
and picking up the sippy cup, she fled into the dining room.
    Dash let out a string of
curses, low enough that Annie wouldn’t hear, but Elaine had the senses of a
wolf.
    “That’s enough of that,”
she said. “We’ll discuss this later.”
    “It’s none of your
business,” Dash said.
    “I beg to differ.” Elaine
pressed her lips together, whitening them. “But it can wait. Right now we need
to know what news Gaelan brings. Dinner is over. I gave him some pants and told
him to meet with us in your study. Bill and Novie will keep an eye on our
guests. Daisy knows we have business to discuss.”
    “All right,” Dash said,
shaking his head, trying to get his thoughts back in the game.
    “I like her, by the way. If
your Annie has anywhere near as level a head as that woman, I see why you like
her. But I’m not sure her head has anything to do with it.”
    He bit back the urge to
retort. “She’s very smart.”
    “I hope she’s smart enough
to cope with the next few days. Time will tell.” Elaine wiped her hands on the
pink apron, took it off and hung it on a hook by the door. “Let’s go.”
    Gaelan made it to the
office before them and lounged in Dash’s Herman Miller chair, bare feet up on
the walnut desk. His borrowed track pants stopped a few inches short of his
ankle bones, leaving him looking like the world’s biggest, hairiest cabin boy.
    Dash walked around behind
him and pulled the chair out a few inches, enough that his feet dropped off the
desk. G shot him a grin.
    “It’s so easy to get a
rise out of you, brother.”
    Dash allowed himself a
smile, and sat down in a leather armchair. Elaine joined him in its twin.
    “Where’s Marjie?”
    “She’s resting,” Elaine
said. “I’ll fill her in later.”
    “It’s nice to see you,”
Dash began, “but we weren’t expecting you. Of course, you’re always welcome,
but I’m curious what brings you here tonight.”
    Gaelan sat forward in his
chair, leaning on his thighs. “Well, it isn’t good news.”
    Dash waited, even though
the suspense was killing him. The more eagerness he