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with Zane are nothing I can’t deal with. Don’t apologize.”
I hoped I sounded more sincere than I felt. My problems with Zane were far from over.
Oh no, we were just beginning to scratch the surface.
“Good. He’ll be glad you’re here. One of the zebras was limping.”
“I’m on it, and, please, stop worrying about me. Okay?’ I felt bad for Luke. He was
a great boss and a good guy. Sometimes I took his kindness for granted.
“You look fantastic. What’s with the makeup?” He gave me a knowing look, tinged with
a hint of jealous speculation.
“Can’t a girl play with her cosmetics now and then?” I tried to joke off his not-so-subtle
insinuation.
“Luke! I’m out of ones!” Christy, our gift shop cashier, hollered from inside, waving.
A half-circle of restless customers surrounded her counter.
Relieved by the distraction, I swallowed my rising worries, and headed to the exam
room.
Chapter 8 5
“Calm down, Missy.” Zane hovered over the female Zebra. His current caring demeanor
belied his feral nature as a werewolf.
Standing just inside the door, I could sense Missy’s terror. She saw Zane as a hunter
not a healer. I wondered if he was even a real veterinarian.
“Are you planning to help or just watch me struggle?’ Zane asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, I don’t know. She thinks you’re going to eat her for breakfast.”
“You think you’re so cute, don’t you? Do you have any idea what you’ve got us into?”
He moved away from the squirming filly to face me.
“Me?” How in the world could he blame me for his brutal rampage? And why did I still
find him so darn delectable? My so-called disgust had vanished, replaced by an unacceptable
craving to feel his mouth on mine. I forced myself to think of the bloody men in the
field. That did the trick. My loathing returned.
“Yes! You! When I said ‘stay in the bar,’ did that not mean stay in the bar ?” He stepped closer, glaring down at me, his eyes wild with fury and something I
couldn’t discern.
Backing up, I found myself pressed against the wall. Icy fear froze my mouth, keeping
me from spouting off.
“What have you done to me, Chloe Carpenter?” Taking another step, he reduced the distance
between us. I could smell his musky cologne and feel his body heat.
“You’re scaring me,” I peeped.
“It’s about time something scared you.”
Without warning, he reached around the back of my head with one vast hand, drawing
my mouth to his.
His lips pressed against mine; I melted — my knees all rubbery. Sensing my dilemma,
his other hand slid around my waist pulling me closer.
To my dismay, he was hard — everywhere.
A little moan escaped from the back of my throat as I parted my lips, allowing him
to explore my mouth. Sighing with pleasure, my hands moved of their own accord, finding
their way around his neck and into the thickness of his dark waves. His hair was as
I’d imagined, soft yet dense.
A delicious wildness hummed between us, I was reeling from its intensity.
Missy’s distinct braying-bark tore through my mind, reminding me I was locking lips
with a vicious, inhuman beast, all while the zebra looked on, fearing not only for
her own safety, but also, from the images she was firing my way, for mine.
“The zebra needs you,” I whispered.
“From what I can tell, you need me more.” Zane smirked.
“O-o-o-o-o … you.” The words wouldn’t form.
So much for self-control.
Deciding to hammer my raging hormones into submission, I approached Missy with caution.
I could see the pain and terror in her eyes. Apprehensive, she snorted as Zane moved
closer.
“You’re scaring her. How can you be a vet when the animals see you as a predator?”
“I’m great with lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.”
For a moment I just stared — a werewolf joking about the Wizard of Oz . Could things get any stranger?
I should have known better than even to think the
I hoped I sounded more sincere than I felt. My problems with Zane were far from over.
Oh no, we were just beginning to scratch the surface.
“Good. He’ll be glad you’re here. One of the zebras was limping.”
“I’m on it, and, please, stop worrying about me. Okay?’ I felt bad for Luke. He was
a great boss and a good guy. Sometimes I took his kindness for granted.
“You look fantastic. What’s with the makeup?” He gave me a knowing look, tinged with
a hint of jealous speculation.
“Can’t a girl play with her cosmetics now and then?” I tried to joke off his not-so-subtle
insinuation.
“Luke! I’m out of ones!” Christy, our gift shop cashier, hollered from inside, waving.
A half-circle of restless customers surrounded her counter.
Relieved by the distraction, I swallowed my rising worries, and headed to the exam
room.
Chapter 8 5
“Calm down, Missy.” Zane hovered over the female Zebra. His current caring demeanor
belied his feral nature as a werewolf.
Standing just inside the door, I could sense Missy’s terror. She saw Zane as a hunter
not a healer. I wondered if he was even a real veterinarian.
“Are you planning to help or just watch me struggle?’ Zane asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, I don’t know. She thinks you’re going to eat her for breakfast.”
“You think you’re so cute, don’t you? Do you have any idea what you’ve got us into?”
He moved away from the squirming filly to face me.
“Me?” How in the world could he blame me for his brutal rampage? And why did I still
find him so darn delectable? My so-called disgust had vanished, replaced by an unacceptable
craving to feel his mouth on mine. I forced myself to think of the bloody men in the
field. That did the trick. My loathing returned.
“Yes! You! When I said ‘stay in the bar,’ did that not mean stay in the bar ?” He stepped closer, glaring down at me, his eyes wild with fury and something I
couldn’t discern.
Backing up, I found myself pressed against the wall. Icy fear froze my mouth, keeping
me from spouting off.
“What have you done to me, Chloe Carpenter?” Taking another step, he reduced the distance
between us. I could smell his musky cologne and feel his body heat.
“You’re scaring me,” I peeped.
“It’s about time something scared you.”
Without warning, he reached around the back of my head with one vast hand, drawing
my mouth to his.
His lips pressed against mine; I melted — my knees all rubbery. Sensing my dilemma,
his other hand slid around my waist pulling me closer.
To my dismay, he was hard — everywhere.
A little moan escaped from the back of my throat as I parted my lips, allowing him
to explore my mouth. Sighing with pleasure, my hands moved of their own accord, finding
their way around his neck and into the thickness of his dark waves. His hair was as
I’d imagined, soft yet dense.
A delicious wildness hummed between us, I was reeling from its intensity.
Missy’s distinct braying-bark tore through my mind, reminding me I was locking lips
with a vicious, inhuman beast, all while the zebra looked on, fearing not only for
her own safety, but also, from the images she was firing my way, for mine.
“The zebra needs you,” I whispered.
“From what I can tell, you need me more.” Zane smirked.
“O-o-o-o-o … you.” The words wouldn’t form.
So much for self-control.
Deciding to hammer my raging hormones into submission, I approached Missy with caution.
I could see the pain and terror in her eyes. Apprehensive, she snorted as Zane moved
closer.
“You’re scaring her. How can you be a vet when the animals see you as a predator?”
“I’m great with lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.”
For a moment I just stared — a werewolf joking about the Wizard of Oz . Could things get any stranger?
I should have known better than even to think the
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