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miracle. Joe Walker had taken one look at all those zeroes, and all talk of who threw whom over the mechanical bull went by the way.
    No more calls for Reyna in the clink. No more who-does-this-girl-think-she-is. And blessedly, no one asking how a small woman in heels and a strapless top had managed to bruise up three cowboys.
    He was pretty sure one of the second group of noble fight-stoppers had been Joe’s own little brother, and he was a bull rider. At least the wolf secret was safe another day, and Aaron would live to boss the world around a little longer. Maybe.
    The office was dark by the time Allan got there, and only the two deputies on call remained. They sat behind Eli’s desk pretending to be engrossed in a file of some sort.
    Allan didn’t make eye contact. He made a quick salute as he passed and threw his cowboy hat on a random desk. “Y’all get that Joe’s Bar stuff cleared up?”
    Jeff snorted. “Aside from the seven different stories?”
    “Did Joe decide to press charges?” Eli asked.
    Allan shook his head. “The wo…” he stopped himself. He’d almost said the word. Wolf . No. Not wolf. “The woman decided to pay for the damages. Just dropped off a check.”
    Dammit. He pressed his fist into the jamb of his office door. The wolves were in his brain now. This was why he ran alone at the full moons, and hadn’t wanted to attend the summit meeting. He needed to keep his humanness at the front of his mind if he was really going to be of service to their world.
    “Joe will be happy.” Eli walked up to Edna’s desk and set another folder on top of the stack. “He was pretty pissed when he showed up.”
    “Joe wanted restitution. He got it. Now, we can put this mess behind us and get some real work done.” Allan bounced his fist on the wood, wishing it were a punching bag. “Finish logging the evidence from the Townsend case, then I want you to do weapon inventory.”
    “Sure, boss. Whatever you say.” Wally pushed in his chair and leaned on the back. “You headed home?”
    “I need to make a quick phone call.” Allan glanced at the clock over his head. 9:30 pm. Would Laurel still be up? He’d have to take a chance.
    Jeff and Eli shuffled slowly toward the back room, trading looks and snickering. “Enjoy your phone call,” Eli said.
    “Get to work, jackasses,” Allan yelled around the corner after them as he opened the door to his office. Damn the scent of Reyna was all over his clothes, still. He needed to get out of his uniform and into a hot—no, make that cold —shower back at home, but calling Laurel couldn’t wait. He needed to confirm tomorrow.
    He flipped on the light, digging for his cell phone. But when he looked up, his eyes settled on the creamy white cleavage and large erect nipples of Reyna Dubois. Holy damn fuck.
    Allan couldn’t move for a long breath.
    Her legs were spread, wide, where she sat on the edge of his desk. She could not possibly have been more naked. Even her pussy was naked. Shaved smooth. Inflamed. Wet.
    Ripe . That was the word he couldn’t find.
    Allan breathed in her scent. That was what he’d been smelling. Not her scent on him, but her scent around him. Everywhere. Saturating him.
    Her hands rested back on his desk, thrusting her breasts out so that her nipples were icicle points in the air in front of her, begging for his tongue.
    He shook himself out of his panting, flushing, swelling stupor and slammed the door behind him.
    Reyna’s eyes flashed. “That’s what I’m talking about, cowboy.” She opened her legs wider and closed her eyes. “I know you can feel it.”
    He breathed in time with his heartbeat, which was speeding up, the more of her flesh he covered with his eyes. He took a step toward her and felt his erection straining against his pants.
    “What I feel isn’t important.” He peeled his gaze away from every perfect exposed inch of her skin and looked for something to cover her with. Her discarded clothes were neatly