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captured so many magical photos. She wanted time to study them, time to see if she could capture the images on a canvas.
    Snuffling at the clothes, she tried to rummage through the layers. Dylan patted her gently, and the action startled her. “Go on, I’ll get it all laid out to dry.” Without waiting to see if she complied, he walked over to the duffels. He pulled out a couple of items and sniffed them, then paced to the bathroom door. Pushing it open the rest of the way, he tossed the clothes onto the sink top. “Here’s a shirt and some sweatpants. You should be able to tie the sweatpants on. I don’t have anything smaller.”
    Utterly casual despite his nudity, he watched her with an almost expectant air while holding the door open. It took a moment for her to realize he waited for her to go inside.
    Gratitude waged war on her mortification. Slinking further she tried to creep past him. No blow took her off-guard and no chastisement followed her. He waited till she was inside, before closing the door. The offer of privacy after her humiliation at being unable to shift at the waterfall filled her with relief. Changing took her forever, and she’d rather no one witnessed how abysmal she was at the task.
    Settling on the floor, she concentrated on slowing her breathing. Her wolf seemed to understand they were safe even if Chrystal didn’t wholly feel the same way. Surrounded by the hints of Dylan brought more security—he’d protected her from the falling tree and the deep snow, hadn’t he? He’d even caught her when she lost her handhold. Chances were, she’d have survived the plunge into the cold water and maybe even hitting the rocks.
    She was pretty tough.
    Still… she shuddered. It would have been cold and my phone would have been toast. Neither of those things happened, however, so she could embrace the relief. The sharp tick of a match striking followed by the crackle of wood reached her ears. A fire sounded even better than warm clothes. If she hurried, she could watch the way the flames began to lick over the fresh wood on their way to consume them.
    “Luciana Barrows.” Dylan’s voice carried through the door, and her heart sunk. “This is Dylan Royce, Hunter for Willow Bend.” He paused. “Mrs. Barrows, one of your wolves seemed to have misplaced herself. Again.”
    Crap.
    Crap .
    Maybe she could stay in the bathroom forever. Yes. That was a plan.
     
    B y the time she cobbled together enough courage to shift, she scented the fresh invitation of coffee from the other room. His conversation with her Alpha was mercifully brief. The second call he’d made took longer. His Alpha’s annoyance came through in tone even if she hadn’t been able to make out most of his responses.
    The second call encouraged her to take even more time. She washed her hands and her face. Her hair was a wild, matted mess. Fortunately, she found a comb. The process of detangling gave her several minutes to keep hiding and offered Dylan a third opportunity to call someone.
    He really did like to talk on the phone.
    “I’m assuming by the time you get this you’ll have already written me off, Tawny.” His gruff tone softened and grew more flirtatious. “I’m okay with that, because I love a good challenge. I got into your good graces once. I’m looking forward to doing it again. So, make me work for it, babe. I promise…” His voice dipped. “I’ll make it worth both our whiles.”
    Her stomach bottomed out at the pure seduction. Liquid heat coursed through her, and she clamped her thighs together. Thankfully, she was still in the bathroom. Although he’d scowled at her and coaxed her, he’d never spoken to her with such a provocative quality before. And he isn’t doing it now. He’d reserved the sexy allure for Tawny .
    Whoever she is , I hate her already.
    The uncharitable thought coupled with irritation did more to shake off her discomfort than all her languishing in the bathroom. Combing the last of the