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her cargo pants and pulled out a small cell phone. “See?” she said, pointing at the front of it. “This has a clock, too.” She gaped at the phone for a moment and then shook her head. “I’m such an idiot. I had this on me the whole time, and I could have totally called the cops if you’d turned out to be a serial killer. Except that I forgot I had the damn thing. In theory, I could totally be dead right now.”
    â€œAre you going to answer that call or keep making really, really disturbing proclamations?”
    â€œOh, right.”
    She answered the phone and said, “Uh-huh,” and disconnected. “Gotta go. Gwen, Ric, and Lock are waiting for me outside.”
    She walked toward him and he automatically backed up. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt like if he didn’t move, she’d find a way to walk right through him.
    â€œWell, see ya,” she said, heading down the hallway.
    â€œWait,” he finally called out to her when he’d finally recovered from her complete disregard for the importance of accurate timekeeping.
    She faced him but kept walking backward.
    â€œWhat about getting some coffee?”
    She snorted. “God, no.” With that, she turned back around and headed off.
    God, no? Did she just say “God, no” to me? Normally he’d assume the worst with a statement like that, but with her he really couldn’t be sure.
    But it wasn’t until the wolfdog suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway and spun around to face him one more time that Bo realized he could never assume that the words coming out of Blayne’s mouth and what she actually meant were one and the same when she suddenly admitted, “Because I hate coffee!” She laughed. “I realized I hadn’t actually finished my thought. I do that sometimes. Sorry. Anyway, hate the taste of coffee and caffeine is so not this wolfdog’s friend.” She gave him a smile so bright that it nearly seared his eyes in his sockets, winked, and headed off.
    Leaving Bo completely confused, kind of insulted, kind of not, and weirdly turned on because she looked shockingly cute in those oversized cargo pants.
    But he blamed the mane for the turned-on thing. He totally blamed the mane!

CHAPTER 3
    â€œS o let me see if I understand this,” Sami said, her small fingers steepled under her chin. “All you know at this point is that her name is Blayne and that she thought—”
    â€œNot thought. She was convinced.”
    â€œConvinced. She was convinced you were a serial killer?”
    â€œYes.”
    Sander sat down at the table, his plate piled with bacon, ham, and eggs. Bo had no idea where the pair had found all the food. He knew they didn’t cook it, and when he went to bed last night, they weren’t even in the state. But he woke up this morning in his furnished Central Park Avenue apartment provided by his Carnivore contract, complete with its own Olympic-size swimming pool, and a full breakfast waiting for him. He probably should find out where the food came from, in case the cops showed up again. That was always so awkward.
    Sander pointed a fork at him. “Are you saying you gave up that seal farm for a wolfdog who thinks you’re a serial killer?”
    â€œI didn’t know she had that perception at the time.”
    Sami sighed. “This is what you get for not talking to us first before making these big decisions.”
    â€œTalking to you about what?”
    â€œAbout which offer to take. We ”—she motioned between herself and Sander—“are the most important things in your life.”
    â€œYou are?” Because that was a kind of depressing thought.
    â€œYes. And do you know why?”
    â€œHow would I know why when I didn’t know you were?”
    â€œBecause we’re your foxes. All three of us are linked. Forever.”
    â€œBut you’re never really