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circular drive in front of the two story custom home and turned off the engine. “Ready to take a look?”
    We got out, and I kept my cell phone in one hand, keys in the other. “This one’s got a beautiful deck out back overlooking the lake.”
    Just mentioning the deck made me think of Jared, of his slow passionate kiss. I blinked hard, forcing the memory back as I opened the door. He entered first and I followed, grateful he didn’t seem to notice my distraction.
    “Go ahead and look around. Let me know if you have any questions.”
    He nodded and wandered the lower level first. Usually, I’d walk the space with my clients, but there was something about this man that had my inner alarms going off, and if I learned nothing else at Brightwood, it was to trust my intuition.
    I went to the sliding glass door and rolled it open to step out on the deck. The air was crisp and cool outside, calming my frayed nerves.
    Until my phone rang.
    After nearly dropping the damned thing, I checked the screen. Jared. I swiped ignore. The number vanished, and something inside of me ached. Talking to him, hearing his voice, would only add to the torment. Now that I’d kissed him, my long dormant body wanted more, but if one kiss singed his shirt, I could only imagine what would happen if we were skin to skin.
    Best to cut this off now.
    “Ms. Goldstone?”
    I spun around to find Damian at the door. “Can you tell me the size of the lot? Whatever we decide to purchase, it will need to be fenced with a security gate.”
    “I can look it up for you when we get back to the office.”
    “Perfect.” He tipped his head slightly, but his dark eyes remained on mine. His sharp features were stunning, but I couldn’t shake the feeling his charm was a mask.
    “Ready for the next property?”
    I turned the deadbolt and returned the key to the lock box. The shadows lengthened as the sun sank in the sky. Jared was planning to work late tonight, but I’d work later.
    If I played my cards right, I’d never have to see him again.

Chapter Eight
    Jared
    M y breath huffed past my lips as I hammered the living shit out of the support beam. Overhead, the stars sparkled, and the nearly full moon reflected on the tranquil water.
    Taryn had ignored my phone call, twice, and she didn’t show up to talk. I wasn’t really surprised. But it still hurt like hell. My mate. All night that kiss tormented me, haunting my dreams. She kissed me back, I hadn’t imagined the passion.
    Her cold front was in full bloom now. She’d locked herself back in the fucking tower like I never existed.
    “Jared? Are you stayin’ for dinner?”
    Then there was Charlie. As soon as he’d finished his homework, he ran down, tool belt tight around his waist, ready to help. He’d gathered wood, sorted screws and nails, and I even let him use my power drill a couple of times.
    “Afraid not, Buddy. Tank and I need to get home.” I wiped my brow and slid my hammer into my belt. “Thanks for your hard work today.”
    “You’re welcome.” He stared up at the moon.
    Did he sense his connection, the changes that would pull his wolf forward when the moon reached its full potential? He couldn’t, but his instincts, his inner wolf, would burst to life at some point soon. Everyone in our Pack matured at a different rate. Gareth had been the first of our generation to shift at fourteen. Adam and Aren hadn’t run with the Pack until they were sixteen. The rest of us started shifting between sixteen and eighteen.
    Charlie probably had at least four years before his life would turn upside down unless I could figure out some way to reach his mother, to make her believe.
    I had no clue how to broach the subject. But I couldn’t just give up. She’d never admit it, but she needed me. God knew I needed her. And Charlie needed a Pack.
    After I tidied up my workspace, I put my arm around Charlie’s shoulders. “Everything okay?”
    He gave me a half-hearted shrug. “I guess