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stepped to one side.
    "Ladies first."
    She hesitated for a split second. "Okay, but for the record, this shows a massive level of trust on my end. You did just show me you're a werewolf after all, and I am walking into a remote forest with you in the dark. Now you want me to walk in front of you through that tiny space between the trees. Seems like the script to a horror movie.” She didn't wait for him to respond as she squared her shoulders and shimmied through the brush into the clearing.
    "Oh my god," she gasped.
    He stepped up to stand beside her and take in the view.
    A huge, steaming, spring bubbled ten yards in front of them, the size of a small swimming pool. Even from where they stood, he could feel the heat pouring from it, warming the air around them. The steam seemed to emphasize the fresh forest smells—pine and sap and earth—to the point that even a human could detect them.
    Clearly, she noticed, because she dragged in a deep breath through her nose and sighed with pleasure. "This is amazing."
    She stepped closer to the frothy water, and waved a hand through the thick steam above it, scattering the particles.
    "Seriously, the second most amazing thing I've seen tonight. Thank you for bringing me." She stood and stared at the scene for a long moment before wheeling around to face him.
    "Is it…safe?"
    The hopeful expression on her face made him second-guess his original plan. He'd wanted to show it to her to take her mind off the whole werewolf thing a little, but he hadn't planned on getting in.
    Partly because they didn't have any towels and it was freezing out, but also because he didn't know if he could handle being in the water with her mostly naked without touching her. A concept which, at the moment, seemed about as naïve as sending a starving man to a buffet and expecting him not to eat.
    It would be heavenly hell.
    Exquisite torture.
    He tipped his head in a curt nod. “Absolutely.”
    Twisted fuck.
    But there was only one thing that seemed worse than getting in the water and not touching her, and that was the thought of not getting in the water with her at all.
    "Totally safe. I've been here many times."
    "Oh." Her face fell and she bit her lip.
    It took him a second to figure it out, but when she averted her gaze, it came to him like a switch had been flipped.
    "Alone. I've been here many times. Always alone. You're the first person I'm sharing this with." Her gaze warmed on his face, and she smiled.
    "I'm glad," she said simply. Then, she gave him her back and started tugging off her clothes. The heavy fleece went first. Next her sweater, leaving her in only a thin, long-sleeved cotton shirt and her jeans. She paused and shot him a glance over her shoulder. "Did I mention that the last one in is a rotten egg?"
    The words took a second to sink in, but when they did, he dropped to one knee and started unlacing his work-boots. Because fuck that. He wasn't about to be a rotten egg.
    She barked out a laugh filled with such genuine joy, it made his blood sing, and then she began stripping off the rest of her clothes.
    It wasn't until he stood a minute later, naked as the day he was born—only without the fur—that he saw her again. Only now, she was buck naked, standing in a moonbeam that had fought its way through the canopy of trees, seemingly just for her.
    And she was gorgeous.
    All ripe curves and smooth, creamy skin. Her golden hair hung wild around her shoulders, the ends trailing over her full breasts. She shivered beneath his gaze, her pink nipples peaking in the chilly night air.
    "Amber..."
    Her throat worked as she stared at him, letting her gaze trail over his chest, down his stomach and lower, where his cock pulsed and went rock hard.
    "Rotten egg," she murmured in a husky voice. A second later, she whipped around and ran into the spring.
    He followed her, saying a silent prayer.
    There was still a world of unfinished business between them. More secrets to tell, more pitfalls ahead,