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your cup of tea, but you should at least be seeking out your own kind, Sage.”
    His deceptively soft words of warning had her mind screaming BINGO . She’d nailed it with the dating outside their species bit.
    This man was so much like her brother it made her want to scream and dump her drink over his head.
    “You really should run home to your own pack, Stan. You have no authority over me, and frankly, I’m not about to give much credence to your opinion anyway.”
    Something flashed in his eyes. Something dark and urgent that made her realize his words might’ve been on her taste in men, but his mind had shifted somewhere else.
    The hairs on the back of her neck lifted, and again instinct warned her this man wasn’t as innocuous as he tried to portray himself to be. He hadn’t randomly stumbled in here and decided to flirt with her.
    “A glass of red.” Leaf returned, a cheerful smile on his face as he set the glass in front of her.
    “Thank you.” Grateful for the distraction, she picked up the glass and took a sip.
    Sitting down across from her—again backward in the chair, he murmured, “How did you like my set of songs tonight?”
    “Your songs? Oh, they’re wonderful. They always are. You’re so talented, Leaf.” Was she gushing? She kind of felt like she was gushing.
    “Thank you.” Leaf gave a solemn nod. “It’s my blessing, and my curse.”
    “Really?”
    Stan’s flat drawl had her shooting him a warning look. Okay, he could leave now. Anytime.
    But Leaf was oblivious to Stan’s lightly veiled sarcasm and sighed.
    “Yes. God has gifted me with the voice of an angel, and I’m compelled to travel and share that gift.” Taking a sip of his own drink, Leaf shrugged. “Unfortunately, the monetary reimbursements are not always adequate. But who am I to deny the people my talents.”
    “That’s it.” Stan’s chair scraped sharply on the wooden floor. “I’m going to take a piss.”
    Oh jeez, really ? Sage closed her eyes briefly. She opened them again just in time to see disgust flash across Leaf’s face.
    “He’s rather coarse, isn’t he?”
    She chose her words carefully. “Just a little rough around the edges.”
    “And you know him from school?”
    “Yes.” At his skeptical look, she quickly changed the subject. “I love to watch you sing, Leaf. You’re so inspiring. I actually write better after I’ve seen you perform.”
    Okay, that was a bit of a lie, but padding his ego wasn’t all together awful, was it?
    The look of distaste became one of preening. “I do have the tendency to inspire.”
    Sage had to push aside the irritation that, just as every other time she’d seen him, he didn’t even acknowledge her writing.
    Maybe he was intimidated by the fact she was successful at her career and probably made three times as much as him.
    Not that he wasn’t successful, just on a different level. A smaller audience.
    Her writing gave her a bit of anonymity and she didn’t tell all that many people who she was or what she did for a living. Sometimes their demeanor toward her would change. Often they’d make silly little comments about smutty books and she just didn’t want to deal.
    But she’d told Leaf a few months ago, and he’d seemed unfazed. Maybe a little curious and he’d asked a few tawdry questions that she’d wished he hadn’t, but that kind of came with the territory.
    She watched him pull out a small bag filled with what looked like tobacco and paper.
    “I’m going to have a smoke outside. Care to join me, sunflower?”
    “Oh. I don’t smoke.”
    “I know you don’t.” He finished rolling his own cigarette and touched the top of her hand and met her gaze. “But I’d love your company.”
    Oh . If she went outside, she suspected he’d be doing more than smoking.
    What about Stan ?
    She blinked. Where had that come from? Stan? Stan? She didn’t even have any idea who Stan even was or what he wanted with her. What she did know was that this was