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“What are you talking about?” Greyson stood still. “I don’t⁠—”

“Do you hear her? She’s out there.” Rafe’s eyes lit with excitement.

“Here, doggy doggy?” Skylar called.

The faint sound of her voice lit his body with arousal. “It’s her.”

Greyson looked to Rafe. “Jesus Christ, you need to wear some fuckin’ clothes.”

“Shhh. She’s outside.” Rafe smiled.

“Here buddy. It’s okay.” Skylar’s voice drew closer.

“You showed yourself to her?” Greyson put his hands on his hips and glared at him. “Really? You could have just bitten her and been done with it.”

“Eh.” Rafe shrugged with a smile as she called out louder, looking for the lost animal.

“Holy mother of—” Greyson shook his head in admonishment. “She lives at that house? That guy tonight?”

“Yeah. He was a stalker. Where’d ya take em’?”

“He’s in the tank. Gave him to Kade. You know I don’t have time for this shit.”

“She lives about seven houses down.”

“You are beggin’ for trouble, aren’t you?”

“Shh.” Rafe brought his finger to his lips.

“You realize she’s looking for a dog, right?” Greyson laughed. “The human’s reduced you to a dog. Classic.”

“It was dark. She couldn’t possibly see that I’m a wolf,” Rafe whispered as he crossed to the front door and looked through the peephole. “It’s her.”

“Ignore her. She’ll go away.” Greyson shook his head in disapproval.

“She sees the lights. She’s coming up the walk. Oh shit.” Rafe jumped away from the door.

“Just ignore her.” Greyson peeked through the peephole. “She doesn’t know you’re here. Just because the light’s on that doesn’t mean I’m talking to anyone.”

Bang. Bang. Bang. Knocking sounded at the door.

“Answer it,” Rafe demanded in a whisper.

“No.”

“Yes!” Rafe laughed.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Why me?” Greyson shook his head. “Now a human’s at my door. Jesus, Mary and Joseph.”

“Open it. Now!” Rafe insisted. “Play along.”

Transforming to his wolf, he jumped up at the door and barked. The knocking grew louder.

“Mother fuck—” Greyson opened the door and stared at the woman with the flashlight in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He forced a smile. “Hello, how may I help you?”