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Wardens worked alone -- he and his brothers being the exceptions -- the wolf might well be cocky enough to attack.
    “I left my jacket inside,” Evan said, turning back to the bar entrance. One of his brothers could stay with Ellen, but he needed the other brother here, ready to take out the wolf, while Evan protected Marissa.
    Evan knocked on the door.
    “You wear a jacket in this heat?” Marissa asked, the humid Texas night stiflingly impossible to ignore.
    “Fashion statement,” he told her. “And since my wallet is inside my jacket pocket, an important one.”
    The manager looked through the double glass door and opened it up. “Forget something?” Evan nodded. "Yeah, I’ll be quick.”
    He pulled Marissa inside, found himself tenderly brushing hair from her eyes, wondering what it was about this woman that brought out such an action. He was a hunter, an assassin, a man who was no longer a man. “Don’t move,” he instructed brusquely, trying to get himself back on track, focused on his mission. More focused on protecting her rather than fucking her. “I’ll be right back.”
    She wobbled and grabbed his arm. “Woops. Guess I moved. The floor is unsteady.”
    “The floor,” he said, his lips twitching, a smile trying to invade his desperate need to separate the Warden hunting werewolf and the Warden hunting this female. She was adorable, a witch casting a spell over him. “Of course,” he led her to a table and settled her into a chair, squatting down beside her. “Now this time, I mean it. Don’t move.” She offered him a crooked smile framed by a glassy-eyed stare. “I’d say it’s a pretty safe gamble I won’t be getting up without your help.”
    “Good,” he said, caressing the back of her leg. “I don’t want you to go anywhere without me.”

    ***
Marissa watched Evan depart with his loose-legged, sexy swagger, leaving her alone in the front of the bar, and a low moan escaped her lips. Man almighty, he was incredible. She could feel the ache between her thighs, the tingle of awareness in her nipples. She was a wanton hussy! Oh good grief. This was not who she was, drunk or sober. She didn’t need to go where this was going -- to where she was headed with this man. She didn’t need to wake up feeling crappy about her life choices, and then feeling like a hussy to top it off. She hadn’t made it through life alone by making irresponsible or irrational decisions. But then again, Evan was really hot, and maybe she wouldn’t remember the hussy part. She giggled. She wasn’t a giggler, didn’t like gigglers, and was even appalled at the idea that she’d suddenly become one. Another giggle slid uncontrollably from her lips.
    She pushed to her feet and her stomach instantly rolled. Oh great, she thought, grabbing the wooden arm of the chair. “I’m going to be sick,” she murmured. A hot man, a night of inhibitions-be-damned, and she was on the verge of throwing up. Wasn’t that just the story of her life?
    Another roll of her stomach and Marissa knew she was in deep trouble. Desperation to escape before she embarrassed herself, she rushed to the door, thanking the good Lord that the keys were hanging in the lock. Somehow, she managed to turn the key and shove the door open.
    Relief washed over her. She was safe from embarrassing herself in front of Evan. Or she would be if she could hold her stomach in check long enough to get to the side of the building.

Chapter Three
    Marissa stumbled forward, thankful she still possessed the capacity to act, to make it to the alley where no one could see her. Marissa’s purse flopped around on her shoulder, though she had no memory of how it got there. Not a second too soon, she rounded the side of the building and found the sanctuary of the dark alley. Horrible stomach pain bent her at the waist and seconds turned into minutes, as the sickness overcame her.
    When finally she heaved herself to stand upright, she knew any fantasy romance for the