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together. How could you break her heart and walk away?” He shook his head. “You don’t deserve her.”
    “You’re right.” I sat in the chair across from him. “Where do you think all my songs came from? She’s all I see when I close my eyes, and hurting her…” My voice broke. I cursed under my breath and got up. “Even when we were kids, she wanted to be a journalist.” I glanced over my shoulder at my brother. “I can’t tell her we’re werewolves.”
    “Vivi would never expose us.”
    “But what if she did? She might even believe she could help us by getting our story out there.” I shook my head. “Remember the day dad took us to that jail cell to say good-bye to Uncle Niko? It was the first time I ever saw Dad cry. Niko took his own life to keep from shifting and exposing all of us to the human world. I can be alone. Vivi’s not a wolf. She’ll find a guy without secrets and have a good life.”
    I ground my teeth, biting back a scream. The thought of her being with someone else tormented me. I needed her to get out of town before I lost my mind.
    “Just tell her I’ll do the interview. Tomorrow morning. Then she can head home, and I can work on getting my wolf under control again.”
    Luke got up. “I’ll tell her about the interview, but you should think twice before you send her packing again.”
    “It’s way too late for second chances, bro.” A humorless chuckle escaped my lips. “I don’t deserve it anyway. I just want to get her out of town and keep her safe from the Nero powder keg.”
    It had nothing to do with missing the sound of her voice, the spicy scent of her hair, or the way she’d always fit perfectly in my arms.
    Shit. There was no way I’d be strong enough to let her walk away again.
    But I had to. Somehow.
    …
    I tied the top of my hair back and gave myself one more look over. Shaking my head at the guy in the mirror, I chuckled. I didn’t primp this much for a sold-out concert.
    A car pulled up outside, and the wolf inside me was alert and near the surface of my consciousness. Anna. A knock sounded at my door. She’d agreed to meet me in Reno at my place so we could have some privacy. I couldn’t go anywhere anymore without being recognized, but my house was at the end of a quiet street surrounded by a fenced acre of land. Peaceful, private, and groupie-free.
    Occasionally Luke reaped the benefits of a fan thinking he was me. My brother was too good a guy to fall into bed without letting them know their mistake. But more than once, it didn’t make any difference.
    Being the twin brother of a rock star had a few perks.
    I opened the door to find Anna in a tight black skirt and an emerald green top with a plunging neckline, her long hair down her back, and a defiant glint in her eyes. She’d come ready for battle. Perfect.
    “Come on in.” I held the door open a little wider.
    She moved by me, careful not to touch. Probably for the best. Her scent filled my lungs like a drug, igniting a fire throughout my entire body. Anna sat in a chair at my dining room table and opened a little laptop. Next to her computer she set a digital recorder.
    “Shall we start?”
    I rubbed my suddenly sweaty palms on my jeans and took the chair across the table from her. Jesus, I was nervous. But judging by the hammering of her heartbeat in my ears, I wasn’t the only one at this table wound a little tight.
    Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to figure out where to look. I’d lose myself in her eyes, and any lower and I’d be admiring the way her top hugged her curves. I opted for the safety of the cabinets behind her head.
    “Yeah, let’s do this.”
    She cleared her throat, her fingers clicking the laptop keys. She pressed the button on her recorder. “I’m sitting with Logan Reynolds of Logan and the Howlers. Thanks for agreeing to talk to me. You’ve never given a press interview before. Why is that?”
    My pulse raced as I wet my lips, struggling to keep my gaze from