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brushed one finger over
her wrist. He felt the fine hairs on her arm rise in response and heard her
quickening heartbeat thunder above the din of LAX.
    C’mon. Look at me.
    She glanced up and the flush that had darkened her cheeks
drained away. Without breaking his stare, she groped for the phone beside her
computer. “Let me make a call,” she whispered. The quivering in her voice gave
Alex a sick satisfaction.
    * * * * *
    Being supernatural had its advantages and its limitations.
There was a fine balance between capitalizing on his powers and maintaining his
secrets. Four years after his change, Alex was still figuring out the nuances.
    He’d made the flight from Los Angeles to Chicago O’Hare by the
skin of his teeth. At a full-out run, he could have arrived at the gate in
seconds, but he couldn’t very well go streaking through the concourse at
werewolf speed, freaking out all the tourists and businessmen.
    The gate agent had given him the stink eye, but Alex had
smoothed things over. The man was throwing off testosterone like nobody’s
business—advertising that he was as hetero as they come. He was probably a
little confused when Alex turned on the wolf charm. Alex could smell the
excitement on him. Poor guy probably went home questioning everything.
    Some of the passengers had needed cajoling as well. It was
no mystery who’d held up the flight. He supposed half of those on board
recognized him from TV and the other half just thought he was some random
asshole delaying their trip home.
    The jetway had to be rolled back into place and Alex walked
onboard as the flight attendant was giving her spiel about oxygen masks,
buoyant seat cushions and emergency exits.
    He’d mustered up his best apologetic shrug and made direct
eye contact with the people who seemed especially pissed off. As soon as the
plane reached altitude and the captain had turned off the “fasten seat belts”
light, they started lining up in the aisle for autographs.
    Alex was grateful when they hit turbulence over the Rockies
and everyone had to return to their seats and buckle up. He took the
opportunity to plug in his MP3 player, close his eyes and tune out.
    Even if he weren’t trying to avoid overzealous fans, Alex
would have grabbed the nap. The next few days would take their toll on him
physically. He was at peak strength and stamina during moon week, but the
energy he expended tested the limits of the human part of him.
    Stretching out his long legs as far as the first-class seat
would allow, Alex quickly fell into a fitful sleep.
    * * * * *
    Gwen.
    He could smell her. Saliva flooded his mouth and his cock
stiffened. She was waiting for him, wet and hot and ready. Alex paced on the
front porch of her cabin. He reached for the door knob but couldn’t turn it.
His hand had transformed into wolf’s paw—not the dexterous modified fingers of
his shifted form. Throwing back his head, he howled in frustration. From behind
the door, he could hear Gwen whine in reply.
    “You’re going to have to break it down.”
    Alex jerked his head toward the voice and saw his
production assistant, Charlene, standing beside him studying her clipboard.
“Yep, it’s right here in my notes. Wolves can’t turn doorknobs.”
    What was she doing here? She was supposed to be back in
L.A. and he couldn’t let her see him like this.
    “You have to go,” he snarled.
    “I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf,” Charlene said, then
spun on her heel and walked away.
    Alex stared at the four ragged and bloody lines slashed
down her back. “Did I do that to you?”
    Before she could answer, Charlene dissolved away, leaving
Alex alone on the porch. He lowered his shoulder and rammed the door. The wood
splintered and broken glass tinkled to the floor.
    Gwen was sprawled out on the couch, naked. He swept his
gaze over her smooth skin and his pulse quickened. Opening her legs, she
reached down and spread the juicy lips. Alex stared, unable to move, as her
fingers