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werewolves, and they had all their friends over. They would know she was human.
    Her heart skipped a beat.
    She couldn’t have asked for a better occasion to be taken to. The fact that Marc had offered, wanted her to see how they lived, was almost too good to be true. It hurt that he called her article trash, but she should have expected that. She was writing about his people from a human perspective. Of course there were areas she needed to tighten up, but she hoped tonight would give her that extra punch she felt her article needed.
    “Marc. There you are.” A young man entered from another room, a smaller version of Marc, and she guessed, one of his brothers. “And this must be the date you mentioned.”
    Then the man paused, looking at her, his smile fading. He glanced from her, to Marc, and wrinkled his brow. Heather licked her lips, something akin to panic rushing through her.
    Marc took her hand, and the man lowered his gaze, watching the act.
    “Stone, this is Heather Graham. Be nice and say hi.” There was a warning in his tone she didn’t miss.
    “You could have told us you were bringing a human.” Stone gave her the once-over, his brow wrinkling under blond bangs that fell almost to his eyes. “Come on in though. Hope you like your meat rare.”
    Stone turned without another word, his muscular stance probably quite a turn-on with women his age. He wore a white muscle T-shirt that tucked into faded blue jeans. Worn cowboy boots finished the ensemble. It was obvious he and Marc were brothers, the family resemblance very noticeable. She felt like a midget next to these blond giants.
    Marc let go of her hand, placing his hand on her lower back, and gave her a gentle push. His touch was protective though, and she found herself not wanting him to take his hand off of her when they followed the young man, Stone—what kind of name was that?—into the kitchen.
    A handful of people, in the middle of laughing, all paused and gave her their full attention when she and Marc joined them.
    “Everyone, this is Heather. Play nice, or else.”
    Damn it. He had to warn them to be nice to her?
    Heather stared around at the cluttered kitchen, full with a handful of people who all stopped what they were doing to give her their undivided attention. Never had she felt more exposed in all of her life.
    They all looked like normal people. And if Marc hadn’t told her beforehand, she wouldn’t have known any of them were werewolves.
    Four men and three women, ranging in age from college to a bit older than she, all gave her a curious once-over. The oldest-looking woman, a lady about her age who was damned good-looking, was the first to move. Stepping forward, she stuck out her hand.
    “Well, any friend of Marc’s is a friend of ours.” The woman’s smile seemed friendly enough. She wore a fair amount of makeup and sported a blue denim miniskirt, loose-fitting blouse, and black hose with flat boots. “I’m Simone. Welcome to the McAllister den.”
    With that, the woman nudged the younger man next to her, who jumped, as if he’d just remembered it was his turn to speak.
    “Yeah, welcome.” He took his turn shaking her hand. His grip was firm, but his hand a lot cooler than the woman’s. “I’m Gabe, Marc’s brother. Sorry we’re a bit stunned. We don’t get many humans out this way.”
    Again Marc pulled her to him, making a silent statement that they were definitely a date that night. Heather didn’t miss the curiosity that swarmed on all of their faces. It wasn’t too surprising. If she’d taken him out with her, and introduced him as a werewolf, it would stupefy her friends.
    She straightened, hoping they would see she could carry her own weight. “And it’s not every day I enter a house full of werewolves,” she said, grinning at Gabe.
    Gabe gave her a sincere smile in return. She guessed he was probably in his mid-twenties, a little bit more of a redhead than his brothers, although streaks of blond were