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it’ll go down. I don’t want to tear your family apart, Wolfman. You prove you can give Nox a home without denying any part of his heritage and we’ll let him go.”
    Ian took a sip of his juice. He seemed stressed out by the situation. Garrett snarled. He had no idea what stress was. Let some werewolf bastard hold his son hostage.
    Ian’s gaze slid from Nox to Lennox to Garrett. “Otherwise he stays. And we both know there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

Chapter Three
    Lennox grabbed two glasses off the table and splashed juice in both men’s faces. Ruby-red liquid drenched them from eyebrows to shirtfronts. The heat of the moment dissipated in a series of sputters and curses. While they dragged napkins across their faces, she stood. “Nox, come here right now.”
    The boy only hesitated a moment before he ducked under the table and crawled out to her. With her arms around Nox’s shoulders Lennox turned him so they both faced Ian and his father.
    In through the nose and out of the mouth , she whispered to herself, following suit until she stopped shaking. Ian and Garrett stood supernaturally fast and took two steps towards her. “Stop.” The order reverberated through the room. They froze but, dammit, they were a scary pair of bastards.
    Ian’s heaving chest, lean body, Nordic coloring, and eyes in a shade she could only call blue gold, sounded the alarm for a Viking onslaught. Garrett’s stillness, huge body, Mediterranean looks, and cognac-flambé eyes promised running away would make destroying her sweeter. He’d done it before. He could easily leave her in ruins again.
    Squaring her shoulders, Lennox stared them both down. She’d had no choice but to pull Nox out of there. They’d been growling and snarling at one another in a rage. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you two, but I’m not letting you put Nox through your nonsense.”
    “I’m okay, Leni,” Nox said, looking up at her.
    Really? Lennox had run out of gas about six miles outside of okay and gotten stranded. “Glad to hear it,” she said. “Let’s maintain the status quo.”
    The men took another step forward in unison.
    “Don’t play with me,” Lennox warned, holding out a hand. “Hey, Jules?”
    “Yeah?” Juliana Perlas, her right-hand woman, walked through the swinging kitchen doors. Jules took in the drop-dead quiet in the diner and quirked a brow. “Am I going to need my shotgun for this? I sure do enjoy shooting folks, Ian Somers and Dillon Reardon especially.”
    “No guns.” Garrett took another step forward. Something cold glinted in his eyes.
    “Jules, you don’t get all growly and snarly with weird-flickering eyes, do you?” Lennox kept Garrett and Ian in her sights.
    “Not since I cussed you out for taking my nacho bacon waffles off the menu.”
    Fair enough. Lennox nodded. “Then do me a favor. Take Nox to my place and stay there with him and Gran.” On second thought, in deference to the dangerous look on Garrett’s face, she added, “Leave the shotgun where it is.”
    Jules muttered a couple of choice expletives in response. If her friend and head cook hadn’t already dyed a blue streak into her hair, Lennox would swear she’d cursed it up. Satisfied Nox would be safe with Jules, Lennox spun him around. “Listen, go with my friend for now so I can straighten things out with Ian and your dad.”
    The boy hesitated, looking to his father. “Please,” Lennox said, gripping his shoulders tighter. “I promise you I’ll work things out for the better.”
    Nox smiled pure sunshine, kissed the tip of her nose, and trotted off to join Jules. Lennox waited until Jules’s truck pulled out onto the street and rolled by before she addressed the savages standing in the middle of her diner.
    She cleared her throat. “Listen up,” she said so everyone could hear. “You can all go back to minding your business.” A few folks grumbled, apparently enjoying the show. Ian’s crew stood at