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contemplated the same thing.
I m not trying to control her life. He brushed a reassuring kiss across her
forehead. But if Simone is after this werewolf, she won t stop to notice if
he is safe or not.
Is that how she was with you? Samantha s brown eyes looked up at him with
curiosity, and worry. Did she chase you without thinking?
That was a long time ago. He ran his hands over her cropped blonde hair,
holding her head in place so she would look at him. Her gaze never left his
face. To be fair, I chased her a bit too. But Samantha. You are my mate. And
I don t regret that for a day.
He could see her hesitation, could tell she wanted to believe him but wasn t
sure that she could. And he understood her doubts. She thought they had mated
because she carried his cub. But the bitch was so full of life, so beautiful,
so quick-witted, she had to know how much he loved her. Every day he realized
the catch he had in her, but he knew only his actions would help her to see
that.
If you can prove Rock isn t a murderer, would you approve Simone mating with
him?
I ve got to get rid of that blasted law first. Johann could see how she
hoped to pin his true feelings with her question. He smiled, needing her to
see his interest in Simone was simply for her wellbeing. But if the
Cariboolunewulf makes her happy, then I would agree to the mating.
Well then, we need to figure out who killed those women, because I really
think Simone has fallen for him. Samantha pushed away from him, and he
enjoyed the sway of her ass when she walked into the kitchen. Go make sure
she is safe. But don t piss her off, Johann. She can t stand confinement
anymore than you or I can.
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Johann had been to this ranch many times growing up when the Rousseaus still
owned it. And for the most part, it looked the same. He imagined some hard
feelings still harbored from Toubec being the new owner.
The Suburban popped over the gravel in the drive as he came to a stop, and
took a minute to gaze across the plush meadows that spread out around the
large home. Toubec had got himself quite a deal with this place. The land was
healthy, and could be used for timber as well as ranching.
He wandered toward the house, but a noise distracted him, and he turned to
see two cubs in fur come racing toward him. By the size of them, he would have
guessed them to be in their teens, but their actions were more those of young
cubs.
Teeth bared and nipping at each other, they tumbled around the side of the
house, but came up short when they saw him standing there. He remembered
seeing the two boys with Toubec the first night he met him after the funeral.
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More than likely, these two rambunctious balls of fur were his cubs. He envied
the privacy the ranch offered, allowing them to run in their fur in the
sunshine.
Where is your father? He looked from one young werewolf to the other.
One of them snarled at him, and then turned to dart around the side of the
house. The other one bit his tail, and the two of them rolled over each other
in the gravel drive.
Another werewolf appeared around the side of the house, an older bitch, and
by the size of her, a Cariboolunewulf . She barked furiously at the cubs,
until they separated.
Excuse me, ma am. Johann turned around, putting his back to the three of
them, offering the older woman privacy to change into her human form and don
her clothes so he could speak to her.
What can I do for you? The older woman walked past him, adjusting her
sweatshirt, toward the house.
She was tall, almost as tall as he was, and a stout woman, possibly in her
fifties. He wondered if she might be Toubec s mother.
I m here to check up on a single bitch who might be out here. He followed
her to the house, the two boys, both naked, darting past them. I don t think
we ve met yet. I m Johann Rousseau.
He held his hand to shake hers but she ignored it.
You might be too late. She grinned at him, her right eye tooth missing.
What do you mean by that? He nodded his thanks to her when she held the
door open for him, allowing him to enter the living room he had been in many
times as a youth.
I mean she might not be a single bitch anymore. The woman elbowed him in
the side, which hurt, and then chuckled at her own joke. Rock brought me her
clothes a while back to wash up for him.
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