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looking forward to seeing her again. As great as the sex had been, he wasn’t much of a one-night guy. Sex was better when he knew his partner, and given how good it had been when she was a stranger, it could be incredible once they’d spent a date or two talking.
    “Any news on those guys from the bar?”
    Jack shook his head. “Not a thing. The whole pack’s on the lookout, and I’ve got Choker and his boys keeping an eye out, too.”
    Craig smirked. “How many people did he have to choke to get that nickname?”
    “Just the one off-duty magistrate.” Jack grinned. “Apparently it’s quality, not quantity.”
    “Yeesh. I suppose it’s better to have ’em as friends than as enemies.”
    “That’s pretty much my philosophy, yeah. Don’t tell Tate I told you this, but he knew one of the guys. Smelt him on me on the meeting.”
    Craig turned in his chair to face Jack. “Really? Know him how?”
    “They were in the same pack, apparently.”
    “What was Tate doing in the same pack as a scumbag?”
    “That’s what I’m thinking, too.” Jack shrugged. “Tate’s a good guy, so I’m sure it’s nothing bad, but it’s worth thinking about.”
    “Yeah. I guess. Think Stefan knows more?”
    “Maybe. They’re as close as you and I, after all. Still, that doesn’t mean he’ll tell us anything.”
    “Might be worth a question or two, though. If it comes to it.”
    Jack nodded, his eyes back on the movie. “So, twenty-four hours till your date. Nervous?”
    Craig stood and stretched his back, then moved to the couch and shifted Jack’s legs before sitting down. “Little bit. Sex is one thing. I’m good at that. Small talk is another.”
    “And what if she turns out to be a huge racist, or allergic to cats?”
    “That, too.” He prodded Jack in the hip. “I can always send you to the SPCA.”
    “Me-fuckin’-ow.”
    If she did turn out to be unsuitable, it was no big deal, anyway. They’d only just met, after all. It’s not like he was already growing feelings for a woman he’d met once.
    Was he?

Chapter Eight
     
    Michelle paid the cab driver and stepped onto the sidewalk beside the theater, wishing she’d worn a thicker top. Her blouse was a favorite, and showed off her goods without giving them away, as Ally put it, but it wasn’t designed for cold winds. At least the plain black pants she’d decided to wear with it were reasonably warm. Even so, she was regretting arriving early.
    There were a few people heading into the theater, but being midweek it was pretty quiet. They wouldn’t be struggling to find seats.
    A long line of cars crept along the road in front of her, their occupants all on their way home from late shifts at work, she guessed by their clothes and frowns. A few of the men gave her more than a quick glance, which worked wonders for her confidence. Guess I’m looking okay, then.
    The theater’s electronic marquee listed the latest blockbusters available that night, and a few looked interesting enough. A romance, an action movie, and some sort of period drama. Whether Craig would like any of them was another matter entirely. Her gaze wandered to a poster on the wall showing a barely clad woman arching back in the arms of a shirtless man, and for a moment she saw herself in the woman’s place.
    Gah. Pull yourself together. This is a movie date, not a repeat performance.
    Five minutes later, though that was still ten minutes before the time they’d arranged to meet, Craig appeared from around a corner and made his way over. He’d dressed lightly, too—blue jeans and a tight black T-shirt under an open, thin jacket—but if the cold bothered him in the least he didn’t show it.
    “Nice night to be indoors,” he said as he neared.
    Michelle smiled. “Certainly is.”
    They both maintained an awkward distance for a moment, Michelle unsure of whether to hug him or not. They’d seen each other naked, which was often enough to warrant such things, but they didn’t even