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Big Bad Billionaire (The Woolven Secret Book 1)
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    “Did it ever occur to you that maybe it wasn’t me?”
    “We’re done talking about this.”
    “Are we? I wasn’t aware we’d decided that.” He pulled out a bottle of water and opened it carefully, putting the lip of the plastic bottle to his mouth and watching her over the rim as he took a long pull.
    She refused to watch the way his mouth worked the bottle, the way his throat… no. Just no. Rebellion surged and she seriously considered telling the driver to pull over. She’d walk back to the city. It wasn’t far.
    Well, it wasn’t too far if it would put some space between her and Blake Woolven.
    She bit her lip and turned to look out of the window.
    The rest of the ride passed in blessed, if not awkward, silence.
    She couldn’t help but wonder why he’d let the subject drop when it was so obvious he wanted to talk about it. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that she was actually a worthy opponent—yet.
    But she would be.
    Randi let the thought comfort her. She wrapped it around herself like armor.
    When Aphelion came into view, it almost pierced her hard won exterior. It looked exactly like the picture, but bigger. Why did everything Woolven have to be so much larger than life?
    She supposed one didn’t get to be where the Woolvens were on the food chain without devouring a lot of little fish. They had to be big. They had to be impressive.
    The gates alone were enough to make her want to turn tail and run. Huge, black things which belonged in hell—an impression she supposed was fitting.
    When the limo came to a stop, the doors were opened on both sides, and the face that met hers was nothing short of a train wreck.
    Obviously related to Blake in some way, he could only be described as huge, with hands like paws, shoulders like Atlas. His face and neck… he looked like he’d tangled with a sabre-toothed tiger and lost. Five deep scars, like slashes from unholy claws, started high in his hairline and dragged down past the collar of his shirt. She couldn’t see how far down.
    But that wasn’t what scared her about him. No, it was his eyes—they were a shade of amber, like a timber wolf. Beautiful, cold and hungry.
    When he offered her his hand, she didn’t think twice about taking it.
    He leaned in close to her when she stepped out, almost as if he were…smelling her, those cold eyes never leaving hers.
    “Warner—” Blake began.
    “This one,” the scarred man said.
    “Yes, I know.” Blake nodded.
    Randi didn’t care for what passed between them, as if they spoke a secret language, shared some hidden knowledge. Something about her.
    “Hey, I’m right here. I can hear you.”
    Warner’s attention flashed back to her. “Yes, you are.”
    His low voice, lower than she’d ever heard a human voice, rumbled through her, striking terror in its wake.
    She realized the scars had cut into his throat, and she forced herself to be calm. He wasn’t a horror because of how he looked, he was a horror because he was a damn Woolven.
    Randi met his gaze evenly, and he laughed. “Oh, I think I like you. You’ll be good for my nephew.”
    “I wouldn’t bet on it,” she swore.
    Instead of leaping to Blake’s aid, he laughed and paused to study her again before laughing some more.
    “Glad my vows of vengeance amuse you.”
    He led her around the car, still laughing, then wandered toward the trees on the other side of the estate.
    “Where is he going?” she asked Blake.
    “War is his own creature. He spends a lot of his time out on the grounds, more comfortable there than with all the people who come and go from Aphelion.” Blake watched her for a moment. “He liked you.”
    “I can’t imagine why.”
    “Come, let me show you inside.” He offered his hand.
    She looked at it like it was covered in dog shit. “Keep your pretty manners with your pretty hair. Don’t want it, thanks.”
    He shrugged. “As you wish.”
    Randi narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be cute.”
    “I can’t help
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