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tell me details other than sexual?”
     
    Shitballs. He had me there. I decided to answer him with his own freaky medicine. I stayed mute. Unfortunately, so did he.
     
    After about a twelve-ish minute stare down, he’d clearly had enough. “Would you like to talk about your mother?” he proposed gamely.
     
    “I’d love to, but it looks like our time is up for this enlightening and nauseating session.”
     
    As I peeked at the clock, I heaved a sigh of relief. I’d tortured myself and Roger with my history for a full session. That was enough.
     
    “I’ll see you next time,” Roger said with a smile and a nod.
     
    “I’d say thank you but I’d be lying. I’m pretty sure you want me to be truthful in here,” I said knowing I was being rude, but unable to stop myself. Roger didn’t deserve my disrespect. He was truly trying to help. However, I needed to accept it and my attitude was a little sucky. Well, there was always next time…
     
    “Zelda, it’s all going to be okay. I believe that and I wish you would too.”
     
    I looked down at my hands and screwed my eyes shut so no tears fell. Roger was wrong. I wanted him to be right, but I’d learned a long time ago that good stuff was always temporary for me. I wanted to stay in Assjacket. For the first time in my life I felt part of something bigger than just myself. I knew I should cut my losses and run while they all still liked me. However, with a newly found father, a boyfriend —for lack of a better word, and a town full of Shifters I was getting far too attached to, it was hard to leave. So I was here, at least for the moment. I’d promised Mac eight more dates before I blew this joint and I was keeping my word. It would make it more painful to leave when the time came, but a promise was a promise.
     
    “Um… Thank you,” I mumbled as I high tailed it to the door. “I’ll see you in two days.”
     
    Bizarrely, I did feel a little better—more confused, but better.
     
    Maybe the pervy rabbit was onto something.
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    I left Roger’s office in a full out sprint and came to a dead halt when I spotted the gorgeous man leaning on his motorcycle across the street—the very same man who was convinced beyond a doubt that I belonged to him and visa-versa. He was the sexiest distraction I’d ever seen—six foot four, wavy chocolate brown hair, sapphire blue eyes and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of… not to mention a face that would make angels weep.
     
    His sexy smirk made my knees weak and the need to jump his bones went all through me. However, Roger’s stupid words were still sitting at the forefront of my brain. Damn that rabbit.
     
    “Are you stalking me?” I asked with a grin as I approached warily. I wasn’t worried about his actions. I was concerned with mine. Getting arrested for public indecency wasn’t on my agenda today.
     
    “Possibly,” Mac said studying me with unabashed appreciation. “How’d it go with Roger?”
     
    “He thinks we shouldn’t have sex.”
     
    The look on Mac’s face was priceless, but the next part not so much.
     
    “Babe, would you mind watching my bike for a minute?” he asked calmly—too calmly.
     
    “Um… sure. Why?”
     
    “I just need to go and beat the hell out of Roger. Won’t take long,” he promised as he started toward Roger’s office.
     
    “No,” I shouted. “If anyone gets to beat Roger up it’s me and I didn’t tell you the whole story.”
     
    “Talk fast,” he said tersely as he ran his hands through his hair. “Otherwise, Roger has an ass-kicking coming.”
     
    “Okay… um, he said I use sex to escape real emotion and since we’re mates, which I still call bullshit on, I need to know you on more than just a biblical level. He said sex might be getting in the way of us forging a deeper relationship.”
     
    “He said all that?” Mac asked with surprise as his body relaxed somewhat.
     
    “Well, kind of. He implied some crap and