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names. It was—what? She had experienced fantastic sex that Truro knew she was going to remember forever. Maybe it was crazy to think that way but she knew in her heart, this was an unforgettable gift that had been given to her.
    “Feel better, petal?” His hands stroked from her back to her ass in a soft, sensual motion.
    Oh, the voice . It was as smooth as Irish whiskey and as velvety as chocolate. “Yes.” Her eyes locked with his. There was such sweet understanding in those golden depths. “Thank you.” Truro would never forget this man who had made her feel so beautiful and desired.
    “My pleasure.”
    Once more Truro heard the lonely sound of wolves howling. What is it with wolves at the moment? They weren’t even native to Australia. Legend had it that a pack had been brought over from America more than a century ago. They were often heard and seen in the hills around Ludlum. But this year they seemed closer than ever. Truro shivered. There was something about the lonesome wolf’s cry that made her tremble with a strange feeling of anticipation. But of what? She touched the tattoo on his chest and shivered once more. For one second Truro saw a flash of this man and a wolf standing side by side. No wait, they became one. Huh?
    “They’ll never hurt you, petal,” her tawny-haired lover said, his lips almost on hers. “They’re searching for their mates. Every time soul mates meet the wolves cry out in recognition and satisfaction.”
    Before Truro could ask how he knew, his mouth was on hers and the sound of the wolves could not complete with the man in her arms.
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    “It has begun.”
    Bess Calvert nodded. “Yes. It has been a long time coming.” She ran her hand through her long gray curls. No one but William ever saw her with her hair down. “Where have the last fifty years gone?” Bess said it more to herself then to her lover. She was worried yet she knew some things could never be changed. The sound of the wolves howling told her that.
    William smiled “Ah, Bessie, my love, time as we both know is irrelevant.” His pushed back the hair from her face and tweaked her nose. “We’ve had a good life.”
    “Oh yes, the best.” Bess’ eyes were soft on his. She had made hard choices in her life but they had been the only ones she could have made. To be anywhere but with William would have been denying a part of her soul. Many years ago there had been those who had not understood the decisions she made. They were long gone now and what others thought of her no longer bothered Bess. William was the only person she had truly ever loved.
    “No regrets?”
    He was as handsome as the first day he had loped into her world. Like her he was older, grayer and not as spry but he was still the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His smile still made her heart skip a beat. “None at all, William.” Regrets were for those too scared to take a chance. Bess had never been afraid with William by her side. Others never understood that, but she didn’t care. Bess thought about those who would soon follow her path. “Do you think they will handle it as well?”
    William smiled. “Miss Simpson will struggle.”
    Bess nodded. She loved Truro Simpson. That girl was an old soul in a young body. She had seen much and endured more. Bess had known the minute she came to Ludlum that Truro had walked into her fate with no knowledge at all of how her life would change. “She has been hurt a lot in her life.” While Bess had those who had disapproved of her choices, no one had physically hurt her. Truro Simpson had been beaten within an inch of her young life and wounded emotionally by her last lover. Maybe that was why Bess had immediately identified with her. Both of them had been hurt, in different ways. Both of them had come to Ludlum to hide and to lick their wounds. Bess smiled faintly. For a town that had not much to offer on a tourist level, it was a sanctuary to those who really needed it.
    “It is