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private eye act, but another part, a stronger part, knew that wouldn’t be wise. After all, the alley incident had freaked her out, and she did feel safe around Ian. Plus, whenever he left, her body did weird things. Like throb with need—everywhere. Just the other night, she’d woken up feeling more horny than she’d ever felt in all of her twenty five years. Her handy vibrator, Big Mike, couldn’t even do the job. It was all his fault. Ian. Her werewolf bodyguard. She couldn’t fathom being separated from him for more than an hour; fuck, she grew nauseous at the mere thought. What was wrong with her?
    Over and over again, she replayed waking up with his lips on her mouth. What would it feel like to wake up to his cock inside of her? To have sex with the beast within? Her stomach muscles clenched at the thought.
    Shaken, she focused on decluttering her front desk just as a dark haired woman entered the store.
    “You must be Joni.”
    “Have we met?”
    “No, but you know my brother Ian. I’m Sabrina McNeal.”
    “Oh, hi.” She shook the woman’s outstretched hand and tried to prevent her smile from faltering. “Nice to meet you.”
    “I just came to welcome you to the family, Joni.”
    “What?”
    The woman smiled.
    “Look, I don’t know what he’s told you, but it’s not like that. He helped me get out of a jam, and for that I’m thankful, but that is all that’s between us. Really. We don’t even like each other. He’s rude, bossy, and pigheaded. There’s nothing going on.”
    She clamped down on her lips, wishing she didn’t blather on when she was nervous.
    Sabrina just smirked. “Word of advice, when it’s time for a werewolf’s mating rites, give in. Holding back will only prolong the pain—for the both of you.”
    Mating rites? Joni held her breath. Something told her that she wasn’t going to like what she was about to hear.
    “My brother is beginning the first stage of mating, and you’re the only one who will be able to satisfy his demands.”
    “But I’m just a bookstore owner!”
    “No matter. I’m his sister, and family knows best. You’re his mate. Why else would he shift in front of you? His wolf felt comfortable shifting. His wolf recognized you as its mate. Plus, haven’t you noticed his overbearing protective streak of late?”
    Joni grinned. “Yeah, but he’s just bossy.”
    “This is beyond that. Ianlick is only protective of those he cares about. My brother values his privacy. He wouldn’t go to such lengths to keep a human safe if you didn’t matter.”
    Joni rolled her eyes. Enough was enough.
    “I appreciate you stopping by and warning me about these mating rites , but I guarantee you that nothing like that is going to happen between us. Believe me. We are from two completely different worlds. It...it...well, it ain’t going to happen, understand?”
    She let out a deep sigh, unsure of who she was trying to convince. The other woman leaned in close, her eyes flashing with laughter, a wry expression etched across her lips.
    “Give him a chance.”
    Before Joni could reply, the dark haired beauty turned and exited the store. Joni propped her elbows on the booth, her braids flopping around her face, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth. Perfect. Now she had two matchmakers in her life. The woman could give Trichelle a run for her money.
    She sighed and checked out the last customer. It was already closing time. Feeling the urgent need to escape thoughts of Ian in the buff, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door to take a walk. Mating rites? Hadn’t she read something about the custom in one of her books, the one that specialized in supernatural traditions? The mating ritual involved one night of hot, butt naked sex. It was the equivalent of marriage for werewolves. Afterwards, both lovers were bound together for the rest of their lives, like soul mates. It was all very sexy in theory, but the thought of it in everyday use frightened her. She valued