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bath. He decided on the latter, making his way to the bathroom.
    Once inside he walked from cabinet to cabinet, flipping open
doors. He was frustrated by what he didn’t find on the shelves. He
couldn’t give her the bubble bath he’d planned. He couldn’t even sprinkle the
sweet things females enjoyed into the water to relax her. All he had on hand
was Dial soap and a bottle of shampoo he’d snagged the last time he’d visited
the store.
    Fuck it.
    He walked to the clawed tub, plopped the cover over the
drain and started the water. After he tested the temperature, he flicked his
fingers dry and went to retrieve a washcloth and towel. Chloe smelled like
heaven. He wanted to enjoy her just the way she was, absorbing her scent,
putting it to memory. Heavy fragrances would only get in the way.
    After he’d collected the items from the closet in the
hallway, he froze. Chloe’s whispered words were spoken too quickly to
understand but it was his mate’s voice he heard.
    He took his time, walking slowly toward the bedroom and
stopping in the doorway. The bed was empty, the sheets tossed aside. Bowing at
the waist, he glanced beneath the bed and grinned. Chloe was hidden on the
opposite side, trying to work the zipper of her jeans.
    “Yes!” she hissed. “I can’t talk right now. No, there’s no
time to explain. Look, I’m in deep shit, okay?”
    Deep shit? That’s how she looks at this? He cracked a
smile. Interesting.
    “Who’re you talking to?” he asked innocently and stepped
into the room.
    “Uh…” A beep indicated she’d shut off her phone. The blonde
curls around her face appeared first, followed by her bright green eyes as she
rose to her knees and peered over the bed. “Wrong number.”
    “Funny,” he said, striding toward the bed. “I could have
sworn you were talking to someone.”
    She flushed a bright shade of red. Even if he couldn’t scent
her nervousness, he could see it clearly on her face. He forced his laughter
aside, wanting to put the delectable female at ease. With her anxious and
uncertain, the best way to accomplish that was to take control of the
situation.
    “I’m running a bath for you.” He strode around the bed in
her direction. “We don’t want the water to get cold.”
    “That’s okay.” She avoided eye contact, her gaze darting
around the room as she rose to her feet and edged away from him. “I need to go.
Gram and Gramps must be worried sick.”
    He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her arm. “Then
I suggest you hurry. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”
    “We?” She tripped over her feet but followed as he pulled her
along. “What do you mean, we?”
    “We,” he repeated as he led her out of the room and down the
hall. “You and me.”
    “Are you nuts?” She tried to pull free, struggling when he
yanked her into the bathroom. “You have no idea who protective Gramps is.
He’ll—” Words were silenced when he tossed the towels into the sink and started
removing her clothes. He pulled her sweater over her head, sending her curls
scattering.
    “He’ll what?”
    “S-shoot you,” she whispered, quaking when he ran a finger
along her collarbone.
    He popped the button her jeans and pulled the zipper down.
“Does that worry you?”
    His question snapped her out of her growing sexual stupor.
“Don’t be stupid. Of course it does.”
    “I’m not so easy to kill, Chloe girl.” He reached over to
stop the flow of water but remained in front of her, ready to shred the denim
hiding her from view. “Your grandfather and I will come to an understanding.”
    “I think you’re missing a few marbles. Did you hit your head
when you climbed out of bed?”
    He chuckled. “Not that I recall.”
    He tugged her pants off despite her protests, stripping her
until she was covered only by her skimpy panties. His cock saluted the visual.
There would never be a time he didn’t want and crave this woman. She did things
to him he couldn’t control,