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hugged her daughter, and then turned to leave.
    Beth’s words hit her like a brick though. Maybe her daughter did see something that she didn’t. It had been so long since she’d dated. Hell. She never really had dated after her mate died. She’d been too busy raising Beth.
    But Beth had started a life of her own. And now her daughter had found a really good werewolf. Her daughter was not only the most successful lawyer in the Midwest, she was queen bitch. Her triumphs were more than commendable.
    So where did that leave her? She continued to help the pack when needed. And that was almost every day. Her life was full. Or so she’d thought.
    Ralph had woken something up in her. She hadn’t known how much she’d missed good sex. And maybe there would be no long-term relationship. She didn’t know. But she would prepare herself for the knowledge that being with Ralph might be casual. All she knew for sure was that fucking him had been damned good. Better than good. She couldn’t remember sex being so awesome.
    Beth’s secretary was on her the minute Sandy opened the office door. Calls were holding. There were messages. Her next appointment was waiting. It made it easy to slip out of her office without more drama.
    It had grown colder since she’d been inside the courthouse. She should have worn her heavier coat. Leaves blew along the ground and the skies were dark and heavy. This was Halloween weather. She loved this holiday.
    Bundling up, she hunched over, hurrying to her car. It dawned on her when she reached the parking lot that she’d been so upset by her conversation with Beth that she’d forgotten to mention the reporter confronting her.
    The wind blew in her face, wrapping Ralph’s scent around her. Looking up, she saw him coming toward her, his truck idling next to her parked car.
    “What did your daughter say to you?” Ralph wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into the warmth of his body.
    “That you are a womanizer, and I should leave you alone.” She saw him smile at her words and wondered why he found it so amusing. “What did she say to you?”
    “That I am a womanizer and I should leave you alone.” He opened her car door for her and held it while she hopped in. Immediately she missed the heat from his body.
    “Well, are you?” She looked up into his rugged face, those handsome features.
    Ralph had a body that was in better shape than most twenty-somethings. The fact that 43
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    he was a bit older only made him more appealing. He reeked of experience and technique.
    “Am I what?” He gripped the top of her car door, his biceps bulging when he bent closer to her.
    It was suddenly hard to breathe. Just having such a wonderful eyeful of this magnificent werewolf was enough to stop her heart in mid-beat. She forced the lump of excitement back down her throat just so she could speak.
    “Are you a womanizer?”
    “Nope.” He spoke with such confidence, just like he always did. As if that one word would end the conversation, drop the subject as if it merited no further discussion.
    He straightened. “Follow me back to the diner. We’ll grab a cup of coffee.”
    Sandy opened her mouth to tell him she would check on Greta, see if she was still there, but she wasn’t sure about having coffee with him. She needed time to sort out her daughter’s concerns. Not that she would run from him because her over-dominating cub told her to. She would make her own decisions, form her own opinions of the werewolf. She just wanted time to do that.
    But Ralph didn’t give her the opportunity to say that. He closed her car door and headed back to his truck before she could speak.
    She swore his scent had claimed her clothing. All the way to the diner she could smell him. Her skin still tingled from the brief moments he had wrapped his arm around her, shielding her from the chilly breeze.
    But what had her worried was how being so close to him had made her want him again. Bad. Her pussy