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before he could blink, his howl ringing out.
    Suddenly Paulo was beside him, tiny and dark, bright eyes gleaming. Look at that. Such a pretty little wolf. Almost delicate. He’d never seen any of Paulo’s pack as a wolf before. He nudged Paulo’s shoulder then trotted toward the desert.
    Paulo followed, almost soundless as his paws flew over the sand.
    Josh was suddenly fiercely grateful to the new girl for this. It would never have happened otherwise.
    He just hoped he had the opportunity to make it up to her. Intimately.
    Paulo’s muzzle brushed his flank. Our girl.
    He jumped, his brain going in all directions. I can hear you.
    Paulo panted, dancing around him. And I can hear you!
    Shaking as if he was wet, Josh blew out his lips. We need to run. There was no way they could communicate like this. No way. They weren’t pack.
    Then come on. Paulo chuffed at him, playful, somehow young and bouncy. Catch me!
    Josh gave up thinking, gave up anything but chasing the plume of Paulo’s tail. The rest of it would just have to work itself out after the moon.
    Paulo led him on a merry run, driving him deeper into the desert. They nipped at each other, pawed each other and ran like crazy, hunting in the bright moonlight. He couldn’t remember a better moon in his life.
    Together, they headed back toward Cheri’s little house, the lights shining from the front room. He could see her, wearing a tiny tank top and a pair of panties, drinking a glass of wine and putting books on a shelf.
    Ours. Paulo’s voice was strong, sure, echoing inside him and Josh found himself nodding.
    Theirs. Their girl. Their mate.
    The thought made his hackles rise.
    Our mate.
    Paulo nodded and padded out to the fence post, marking, warning the other males away. Right. Right, their mate. He went to add his scent to Paulo’s.
    They found a bright spot to rest, panting together after a long chase involving a lizard and a series of rocks. Paulo carefully groomed himself, cleaning between his paws, chewing out any gravel and sand and burrs.
    Josh cleaned Paulo’s whiskers afterward, curling up for a nap. Paulo’s fur felt short, brushy, dense.
    Paulo nuzzled in, sighing softly. Good.
    Good. Now we just have to get our girl.
    Yes. Our girl. Well, that was easy. Fun, but easy.
    He had a feeling actually getting Cheri to accept both of them would be more difficult.
    Paulo snorted. You watch. She’ll choose me first.
    Don’t make me bite you. He would. He’d like it too.
    First one to make her come gets to bite.
    Deal. That was his specialty. Orgasms. She might go for Paulo first, but he would make her crazy with pleasure.
    Josh was sure of it.

Chapter Three
     
    “Marco, put the crayons in the bin, please.”
    Cheri tried so hard not to laugh as her playful, goofy, bright-eyed student pretended not to understand. She loved all of them already, with their easy hugs, their happy laughter. The children were so wonderful, so eager to please and so quick to soak up knowledge. That was why she’d become a teacher; she didn’t fit in with most adults, but big groups of kids made her feel at home, like she had a calling.
    She steered Marco gently to the bin of crayons, squeezing his little hand just enough to get him to let go. He was obsessed with the red crayon.
    “Okay, y’all. Get your things from your cubbies. Time to line up for the bus.” Time for her to clean up and get things ready for tomorrow.
    “ Maestra ! I lost my shoe.” Cynthia had lost her shoes five times in the two weeks Cheri had been at work.
    “Cynthia, again?” She laughed, took the little hand. “Did it find another cubby?”
    “ Buenos dias, linda .” A familiar voice sounded and she looked up into warm, dark eyes.
    “ Senor .” She grinned, tempted to tell Paulo her name was Cheri.
    “He says you’re pretty, miss.”
    “What do you think, Cynthia?” Paulo was a charmer, that was for sure.
    “ Maestra es muy linda, si, Tio Paulo.”
    She smiled. “You’re her