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humans, who were notoriously unobservant—would sleep in her presence. She’d never seen that kind of behavior in all her years of lycanthropy.
She had to admit, she rather liked the company, no matter how unorthodox it was. It could be lonely here. Of course, she’d take loneliness any day, given her other choice. Briefly, she recalled the days with her pack. With Brody. No, loneliness was better.
Why was she thinking about Brody again? She could go months without ever thinking of her estranged mate.
Jensen appeared in her mind. Because of what she’d done with him. Guilt. Of course, her guilt didn’t stop her from wondering what Jensen was doing right now. What was he thinking about her and about what happened?
Argh. She was truly getting a one-track mind here, but as she turned back to her lab table, she knew she wasn’t going to get anything done. She needed a break.
She’d go in the house, have some dinner, and then maybe try to get more sleep. The fact that she’d slept was probably the reason she felt better this morning.
Okay, she could tell herself that. But she knew why she’d managed to get sleep, and that was all t hank s to Jensen.
No. No. She would just stick with this idea. Food, then rest. And she’d see that she’d be fine. She’d be back out here working later.
“You’ll see,” she said up to the owls and the skunk as she exited her makeshift lab. The birds didn’t react. Nor did that skunk. She suspected they didn’t believe her any more than she believed herself.
Chapter 6
“O kay, I’m heading out.”
Jensen stopped chopping onions to glance at his granddad. The old man sauntered into the kitchen, sporting a freshly pressed white shirt, khaki trousers, and what was left of his hair slicked into place.
Jensen gave him a low whistle, then grinned. “You look ready for more than just bingo.”
“Maybe,” Granddad agreed. “I sure ain’t staying in and eating beef stew on a Saturday night.”
“It’s going to be some damned good stew,” Jensen called after him as he headed out the back door.
Jensen turned back to his chopping, moving on to carrots. Cooking might not be the most exciting thing to do on a Saturday night, but it was a hell of a lot less upsetting than the events of last night.
He’d much rather chop veggies than be back with that woman.
Ha! Now if that wasn’t the biggest lie ever told. He didn’t feel proud of it, but he’d imagined himself back with her half of last night and most of the day today. Despite all his efforts to forget about it, to write the encounter off as a fluke—which it had been—he kept thinking about it. Which was why he stood here chopping carrots with more force than necessary as if they were the very cause of all his wayward thoughts and troubled feelings.
He finished the carrots, scooped them up, and added them to the simmering stew. Then he busied himself with cleaning the kitchen. Once that was done, he found himself alone with his thoughts, and nothing to do.
Maybe he should have joined his granddad for bingo, although he knew his grandfather would have had an even bigger issue with that. Bingo at the Congregational Church. Definitely not what his grandfather had in mind for him.
Glancing around the kitchen, he couldn’t find anything else to keep him occupied. He moved to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Pressing the remote, he flipped through the TV channels, finding nothing to hold his interest.
“Who are you kidding, anyway?” he muttered, finally switching off the TV and tossing the remote onto the coffee table. Nothing seemed capable of keeping the mystery woman from his thoughts for long.
He paced over to the window. A breeze rustled the leaves of the huge oak on the front lawn. The sun had nearly disappeared behind the mountains. The crisp evening air was just the thing to cool the need in him.
Right, probably about as well as the cold shower had done.
But as soon as he stepped
She had to admit, she rather liked the company, no matter how unorthodox it was. It could be lonely here. Of course, she’d take loneliness any day, given her other choice. Briefly, she recalled the days with her pack. With Brody. No, loneliness was better.
Why was she thinking about Brody again? She could go months without ever thinking of her estranged mate.
Jensen appeared in her mind. Because of what she’d done with him. Guilt. Of course, her guilt didn’t stop her from wondering what Jensen was doing right now. What was he thinking about her and about what happened?
Argh. She was truly getting a one-track mind here, but as she turned back to her lab table, she knew she wasn’t going to get anything done. She needed a break.
She’d go in the house, have some dinner, and then maybe try to get more sleep. The fact that she’d slept was probably the reason she felt better this morning.
Okay, she could tell herself that. But she knew why she’d managed to get sleep, and that was all t hank s to Jensen.
No. No. She would just stick with this idea. Food, then rest. And she’d see that she’d be fine. She’d be back out here working later.
“You’ll see,” she said up to the owls and the skunk as she exited her makeshift lab. The birds didn’t react. Nor did that skunk. She suspected they didn’t believe her any more than she believed herself.
Chapter 6
“O kay, I’m heading out.”
Jensen stopped chopping onions to glance at his granddad. The old man sauntered into the kitchen, sporting a freshly pressed white shirt, khaki trousers, and what was left of his hair slicked into place.
Jensen gave him a low whistle, then grinned. “You look ready for more than just bingo.”
“Maybe,” Granddad agreed. “I sure ain’t staying in and eating beef stew on a Saturday night.”
“It’s going to be some damned good stew,” Jensen called after him as he headed out the back door.
Jensen turned back to his chopping, moving on to carrots. Cooking might not be the most exciting thing to do on a Saturday night, but it was a hell of a lot less upsetting than the events of last night.
He’d much rather chop veggies than be back with that woman.
Ha! Now if that wasn’t the biggest lie ever told. He didn’t feel proud of it, but he’d imagined himself back with her half of last night and most of the day today. Despite all his efforts to forget about it, to write the encounter off as a fluke—which it had been—he kept thinking about it. Which was why he stood here chopping carrots with more force than necessary as if they were the very cause of all his wayward thoughts and troubled feelings.
He finished the carrots, scooped them up, and added them to the simmering stew. Then he busied himself with cleaning the kitchen. Once that was done, he found himself alone with his thoughts, and nothing to do.
Maybe he should have joined his granddad for bingo, although he knew his grandfather would have had an even bigger issue with that. Bingo at the Congregational Church. Definitely not what his grandfather had in mind for him.
Glancing around the kitchen, he couldn’t find anything else to keep him occupied. He moved to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. Pressing the remote, he flipped through the TV channels, finding nothing to hold his interest.
“Who are you kidding, anyway?” he muttered, finally switching off the TV and tossing the remote onto the coffee table. Nothing seemed capable of keeping the mystery woman from his thoughts for long.
He paced over to the window. A breeze rustled the leaves of the huge oak on the front lawn. The sun had nearly disappeared behind the mountains. The crisp evening air was just the thing to cool the need in him.
Right, probably about as well as the cold shower had done.
But as soon as he stepped
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