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Grant leaned up to watch the wound begin to heal like magic. The sutures started rising to the surface of Natalie’s skin as the wound closed up below. The doctor brushed them off one by one then said, “Sure as hell wish I could close up a wound the way you do. It’s no fun hurting people that have already been hurt.”
When the wound was completely healed, Natalie rolled onto her back. “Thank you, Emma. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, just ask. But thank you.”
She remained where she was and looked like a limp rag. Pain would do that, especially after all the adrenaline left.
Grant sat back in his chair and took a long, deep breath.
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Once Alanna had thanked them both about a hundred times for coming to her rescue, Agnes carted the young wolf off with an arm around her shoulders. Emma went with them.
Natalie watched them go and felt a sweet softness in her soul that sometimes good things happened, even in Five Bridges.
She wanted a shower and she wanted to be home for a while, to rest, to think, and yes, to be with Grant, if possible.
But would she be safe in her canal home?
Once they were alone, she was about to address the subject with Grant when he said in a low voice, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe some of my wolves should stay at your house with us.”
With us. She couldn’t help but smile.
She caught his hand with her own and squeezed. “It’s a good idea except for one thing: We won’t have much privacy.”
At that, his answering smile was slow as a lovely, wicked light entered his gold-green eyes. Her breath caught. His expression was just devilish enough that it set off his strong good looks in a glow of pure male testosterone. Her heart picked up its pace and for a moment she couldn’t breathe.
His lovemaking came back to her in a series of strong images that had her wolf making a sudden, fiery appearance. His gaze shifted about her cheeks, her throat and her arms where she could feel the iridescent wolf-heat moving around.
“Wolf,” he whispered.
“Yes. But back to my question. What about our privacy?”
“Well, privacy has its merit unless you’re under attack or dead.”
She chuckled. “That was put succinctly.”
“Besides. I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
He shook his head. “No. You’ll have to wait, but I think it will work.”
She cocked her head. “Tell me.”
“No.” He stood up and extended his hand to her. “Can you fly yet?”
She shifted her legs over the side of the bed. She felt a sudden longing to remain right where she was. Kiara’s refuge was relatively safe and had almost as solid a security system as Agnes’s compound.
Grant was right. At the very least, they needed his men at her canal home. As lovely as it was, it only had a modest system and nothing that could combat a wolf like Kryder.
She nodded. “I can fly.”
Once in the air, she was surprised when Grant drew close and caught her around the waist. “Allow me.”
“I’m strong enough to fly, but I’m so not saying no.” She leaned against him, settled her head on his shoulder and let him do the work.
He switched to telepathy. I should warn you, Ryan and a dozen wolves, all airborne, will be joining us in about thirty seconds.
When did you set that up?
