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table, during the confusion of last night. Aimee had found it not long after Maggie had left and told him about it this morning. He’d immediately ordered Aimee to bring it to him. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to touch something so personal to Maggie.
    â€œI forgot.”
    Aimee nodded. “You want me to take—”
    â€œNo!”
    The bearswan gave him a sharp stare. “You need to curb that temper, cub. You know what Maman has said.”
    He returned Aimee’s stare tit for tat. “I don’t want your scent on her property. Understand?”
    Aimee rolled her eyes at him. “What is it with you freaky cats? I swear I don’t know who’s more territorial, you or the wolves. Artemis protect us from the lot of you.”
    He watched as Aimee left the room and gently shut his door. He cradled the shirt to him as he closed his eyes and conjured up Maggie’s face. Nick had been right, she was a beautiful lady. He finally understood what Nick had meant when he’d called her top-quality goods. It bled from every part of her.
    And he was nothing but a hunted piece of shit whose life was as worthless as a twig.
    It was true. His life was worthless. He was worthless. He’d destroyed everything he’d ever touched.
    Aching with the truth, he let his human form dissolve into that of a tiger. He stared at his large white paw on the shirt. What he wouldn’t give to be a human male. Then again, he would kill to be anything other than what he really was.
    All he’d ever wanted was to belong somewhere. Anywhere. But it wasn’t meant to be.
    Part of him wanted to rip the shirt apart to rid it from his sight, but the other part refused to let him. Maggie had given it to him. She had gone out of her way to bring it here. It was a gift. A real gift, and he would treasure it as such.
    Closing his eyes, he could still taste her kiss. Smell her scent on his skin.
    And God help him, he wanted more.
    *   *   *
    Marguerite couldn’t get the taste of Wren to leave her. She’d never had any man kiss her like that. It’d been sinful and wicked. Decadent. Possessive and hot.
    He was so not the right kind of man for her to think about. He was a busboy. Her father would have an apoplexy if he ever learned she’d spoken to, never mind kissed, a man like Wren.
    But that didn’t matter to her. Wren was wonderful.
    â€œAnd he saved my life,” she said under her breath. There was no way Blaine or Todd would have done such a thing, and even if they had, they wouldn’t have walked her home with a bullet wound in them. They would have lain on the ground, screaming for an ambulance and the best surgeon money could buy to be flown in from the Mayo Clinic.
    But Wren had never said a word about his injury. Then again, he wasn’t exactly chatty. She’d never met anyone who spoke less. And yet she was more attracted to him than she’d ever been attracted to anyone. He said so much more with silence than most others with a thousand words.
    She couldn’t help wondering if part of his appeal was the fact that he was so socially unacceptable to her father. She could just imagine introducing them.
    â€œHi, Dad, this is my boyfriend. I know he needs a haircut and that he works in a biker bar, but isn’t he great?”
    Her father would instantly have a seizure.
    Even so, she still tasted Wren’s lips. Felt the steel of his hand cupping her head as he tasted her.
    How could anyone make her this hot?
    â€œPut it out of your mind.”
    Yeah, that was easier said than done. All she wanted was to head back to the bar and see him again.
    â€œI can’t.”
    As much as she liked Wren, she loved her father, and her father would never, ever accept her dating someone like Wren. She couldn’t do that to him, even if he was an egomaniacal SOB who was more worried about his constituency than his daughter. He was still her father,