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after him. “What’s gotten into him?”
    Drake and Diz shook their heads.
    “Alright then,” Annie said brightly, clapping her hands together. “Let’s eat, shall we?”
    ***
    Five days. Five fucking days since Punk moved in. Five days of working with her in the shop. Five days of smelling her sweet, sweet scent and not being able to run his nose along her smooth skin. Five days of watching her nose wiggle when she went to town on him for the condition of the club’s filing system. Five days of brushing up against her to get to his tools or to answer the phone or…
    It was getting to him.
    Patience? What fucking patience? He had none anymore. Could he really only make it five days with his mate in proximity before he lost his ever loving mind?
    Beast tossed his wrench aside, and drew in a deep breath. Working on his car was supposed to keep him busy. It was supposed to ease his mind, help him relax. But it wasn’t working. He could hear Punk through the thin swinging door singing the words to a Beastie Boys song. She was all off key and shit, and all he could think of was marching into that shop and kissing her so she’d shut up. He’d use any excuse to finally get a taste of her.
    He paced the length of the garage.
    Maybe if he just touched her for a minute. Maybe it would be enough to calm his wolf. It worked before.
    Beast pushed through the door, stepping into the shop. Punk didn’t look up. Head bent, she was pouring over a pile of papers.
    “What do you want?” she murmured. Her curious tone was sexy but she probably didn’t even know it.
    To bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you senseless until you scream my name loud enough for everyone to hear. Until they know you’re mine. Until you know it .
    “I heard the sound of something dying in here and I needed to make sure it wasn’t you.”
    Finally she glanced up from her work, pursing her lips while she took him in. Her eyes started from his head and traveled down before coming back up to meet his gaze.
    “It just so happens that I was using my hideous singing abilities to draw you in here. You know, like a siren.”
    “Ah.” Beast leaned across the counter, invading her space to get closer to her. “So you were trying to lure me to my death?”
    “Not exactly.” He watched her lips curve in a grin and tried not to drool. Damn if she didn’t have lips like a sweet dream. “I was hoping to convince you to go get lunch.”
    Beast relaxed. She had needs. Needs he could meet without sending her running.
    “My girl’s hungry, huh? That’s what all that warbling was for?”
    “Your girl? I’m your girl now?”
    He didn’t like the skepticism in her tone.
    “Damn straight.”
    Her gaze fell back to her stack of papers, her lips twisting in contemplation. “And what if I don’t want to be your girl?”
    “Don’t say that,” he growled. She was just playing. She had to be. But just hearing her say those dreaded words left his chest feeling like it’d been cracked open wide. He ground his molars against the wave of pain while his wolf clawed at him in panic.
    “But… what if?” she mused. Did she have any idea how cruel she was being?
    “I’d have to change your mind.”
    Her gaze flashed to him. “How would you do that?”
    After five days, five late night chats and a Walking Dead marathon, five days of shared meals, five days of him sleeping on the couch in the big house because he couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in his trailer without her… after five days, he felt like they’d gotten to know each other well enough that he could touch her without worrying about ruining things.
    Slowly, he reached forward to brush his thumb over her cheek. He watched as the soft skin turned pink under his touch, and he let her reaction calm him. Her words weren’t just cruel teasing, he could see that now in the way her gaze fluttered nervously away.
    She was still measuring him as a threat. She wanted to know how he’d change her