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visible. His hair was longer, falling past the collar of his plaid shirt, which was unbuttoned halfway down a massive chest that was thick with hair. The shirt was untucked, hanging over worn jeans that showed off long, muscular legs. He too wore worn cowboy boots.
    Dear Lord. The McAllister men were sexy as hell. She imagined Marc’s younger brothers were probably at least as unruly as he was. Their mother must have been a saint to deal with these three.
    “Heather, this is Rock, Simone’s mate,” Marc said, pointing out a man who stood as tall as Marc, and didn’t smile or offer his hand, but simply nodded at her.
    She didn’t catch the names of the younger women, who giggled through their introductions, and were obviously more interested in Marc’s brothers than they were her. When Gabe, who was obviously the one with manners in the room, introduced the older guy who leaned against the counter, he was introduced to Marc as well as her.
    “Bastien Rousseau just came back from overseas,” Gabe explained, his attention on Marc. “Rock here was telling him that he might have work for him out on his ranch.”
    The conversation picked back up with talk about work, and Heather slowly relaxed, although found herself hovering close to Marc. Between Marc and his brothers, as well as the quiet werewolf, Rock, she felt like she was in a room of giants. Bastien was a lot smaller than the other men, slim-built, but uninhibited by his size.
    Once again the kitchen filled with lots of laughter and conversation, and she felt like she’d been forgotten.
    Stone said something about checking on the meat out back, and Marc turned to her, giving her a wink, and then left her standing in the kitchen with the other women when he left through sliding glass doors into the darkness of the night outside.
    The college girls whispered and giggled amongst themselves, and then left in a huddle to follow the men, leaving her alone with the way too pretty Simone who crossed her arms and focused a serious gaze on her.
    Heather straightened, feeling she was getting ready for a showdown.
    “I’m not sure what you think you’re doing getting involved with a Cariboo . But most lunewulf can’t handle them. I know a human can’t.” Simone spoke so casually her words almost didn’t sound insulting.
    Heather decided the best approach here would be honesty.
    She straightened. “I’m a reporter, working on an article about werewolves. Marc offered to bring me out here to learn more about you.”
    Simone raised an eyebrow, her thoughts on the matter not clear by her expression. “Beer?” she asked.
    “That would be nice.”
    Simone pulled a bottle from the refrigerator, and then brought the cap to her mouth. Heather watched in awe as Simone’s front teeth grew longer, and she pulled the cap free from the bottle, then spat it into the trash can. She handed the bottle to Heather.
    No way in hell would this woman intimidate her.
    Heather took the bottle, nodding her thanks, and took a long gulp.
    “Neat trick,” she said, unable to keep herself from glancing outside where the men were.
    Simone crossed her arms over her chest, her look intent as if she was about to do the interviewing. “So your interests in Marc are purely professional.”
    “I’m a reporter. My entire life is purely professional.” Commenting that she was more than aware that Marc was sexy as hell seemed pointless.
    Simone shook her head. “You’re in over your head, darlin’,” she said, sounding apologetic. “Do you even know the difference between Cariboo and lunewulf ?”
    Heather chewed her lip. She’d heard there were different breeds of werewolves, but decided picking this woman’s brain wouldn’t hurt.
    “Why don’t you enlighten me?”
    “Those men out there are Cariboo . All except Bastien. They are wild, untameable, and very, very aggressive.” She let her gaze run down Heather. “You wouldn’t last one night with him.”
    Heather took another drink