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and benches for lounging. He led her through the living room to a second wing of the house with three guest bedrooms, showing her which one Marissa had picked out.
    As minutes passed, and she saw how much care had gone into preparing a home for her and Lana, months of strain lifted from her. Her mate hadn’t balked at her return after so long. In fact, he couldn’t quite seem to keep the glorious smile from his achingly beautiful lips. She affected him as he did her, and his careful caresses and touches healed something that had fractured the day she’d given her engagement ring back. This place he’d created with her in mind had settled the questions she’d harbored about his reasons for wanting to marry her. She’d thought he pitied her and felt guilt over the brutal way she had been Turned. She’d thought he saw marrying her as his duty, so he could protect the silver wolf. Her assumptions had all been wrong. What he’d created here proved it. His love for her rivaled her churning, endless feelings for him.
    And listening to him talk in that easy way of his that he only did with her, she knew she’d been right coming back to make things work.
    For the first time in months, she could breathe again.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Marissa set a plate of cake in front of Morgan and sank into the chair beside her. It was a warm day, but not too hot to spend time on the sprawling porch watching Lana play.
    “You swear you don’t care if Grey initiates me first?” she asked the girl.
    Marissa looked at her with guileless green eyes and shook her strawberry blonde waves. “For the hundredth time, ya crazy. I don’t care. I’m just glad to be getting away from Logan and Jason. And besides, my wolf is way too submissive to hold second in the pack.”
    Morgan chuckled and speared a piece of the cake with a plastic fork. “Grey is going to have his hands full. Packs rarely have two females, and all he has are ladies.” She stifled a groan when the sweet flavors burst in her mouth.
    Marissa propped her feet on an empty chair. “Tell me about it. I’m calling it right now. He is going on a maiming spree the first Summit we ever go to.”
    “Nope,” Morgan said around the bite of cake. “He said he wasn’t going to subject any of us to Summit. He said, and I quote, ‘There’s no way I’m flouncing a silver wolf in front of hundreds of horny werewolves.’ End quote.”
    The door to the woodshop swung open and Grey sauntered out holding an armload of scrap wood. It would have bent a weaker man over, but he made it look like he was taking paper out to the recycling.
    Marissa squinted at him and pulled her sunglasses down from the crown of her head. “He has a point, you know.” She swung her gaze to meet Morgan’s. “You smell different to me. If I can smell Silver Wolf, it has to be ten times more potent to males. Probably best we don’t go. Don’t get me wrong, Grey would take them all down, but it isn’t best for werewolf numbers, you savvy?”
    Grey’s eyes landed on Morgan and froze her in place. No way the red velvet deliciousness threatening to plop out of her mouth would taste better than his lips right now. With a secret smile, he disappeared back into the workshop.
    She had added his hand-carved wooden recipe boxes to her website, and the response had been immediate. Orders had flooded in so quickly, she had to start a waiting list. They were already booked for the next three months, so Grey spent a lot of time working. After his chronic struggle to fit into the human workplace, it seemed he had found his niche. He obviously loved the work, and with the house already paid for, they could provide for living expenses and bills with the income they were making from the sales. It suited Grey perfectly since he never had to meet a customer. He handled questions over the phone and email, and three days a week, he drove into town and shipped the recipe boxes out. Clients would never know they dealt with a