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visits with Hester-Lynne.”
    Pulling her tight against him, he said, “You don’t have conjugal visits. It’s a recreational center, not a prison.”
    She shook her head on a chuckle. “Exactly what I told Lenny. But I think sometimes he feels like coming to Hallow Moon is like a prison sentence—which breaks my heart. Oh, sure, he hides behind all that sexual innuendo and Casanova charm, but no longer having powers as sharp as he once did is really hard on him.”
    “You want me to beat him up after school?”
    She poked his chest playfully. “Who are you kidding here? Lenny could totally take you. And I meant thank you for saving me from Denny.”
    Nash chuckled, his voice low when he pulled her in even tighter. “You know, wouldn’t it just be easier to tell Denny you’re my woman and he’d better keep his hands off of you or I’ll rip them off?”
    Calla shivered at his possessive words, despite the oppressive heat. “No limb-ripping. And your woman, huh?”
    “Yep. Mine,” he murmured against her ear, nipping at it. “You took the girlfriend oath when I gave you my class ring. There’s no backing out now.”
    “That wasn’t your class ring, it was the tab on a can of Pepsi.” One of the sweetest, most romantic gestures she’d ever shared with a man over some grilled hotdogs and beans he’d made for her all by himself on an open fire, bar none.
    Her heart still skipped a beat when she remembered how he’d looked across that campfire, his eyes glowing, his skin bronzed from working his ranch.
    “Is that disdain I hear in your voice for my heartfelt symbol of commitment? You crush me to my very soul, Calla Allen.”
    “I would never.” She held up the gold chain where she’d attached the can’s tab and grinned. “See? Always right next to my heart.” Calla patted her hand over her left breast then snatched it away just as quickly.
    But Nash trailed a finger along her collarbone and down the line of her pink tank top. “Then no limb-ripping. Today’s Denny’s lucky day.”
    She melted against Nash, reveling in the way her body absorbed his muscles, the way she felt every line of his abs, and delighted in his thighs pressed to hers. She let her lips graze his before asking, “So what time tonight?”
    “What’s tonight again?” he teased, skimming her mouth with his tongue, creating ripples of hot need deep in her belly.
    She tweaked his shoulder and giggled despite her nerves. “The chance for you to finally get laid.” The chance for you to prove you’re everything you claim you are .
    Nash was being tested and he didn’t even know it. And it was totally unfair, but she’d been too insecure for full disclosure up to this point.
    It had taken a little while for her to trust him, and now that she was almost there—so close she could almost taste it—Calla hoped she was able to go all the way.
    Tonight was the night when she’d share her ugly secret with him. Something deeply personal—something she had to be sure he’d be okay with.
    His head dipped low, hiding their faces with his black Stetson. He rubbed her nose with his, the length of his dark hair rustling over the collar of his black shirt. “Oh, yeah. Totally forgot about that. How remiss of me,” he teased, jutting his hips at her to reveal the rigid line of his shaft.
    Calla snickered then sobered. “But we have to talk first.”
    He mocked a sigh. “Lord, woman, are we going to have the ‘I’m a werewolf, you’re a warlock, some people won’t be happy about us dating’ talk again? Because I told you, I damn well don’t care what anyone wants but us.”
    “I don’t either.” Her pack usually had strict rules about mating. But not for her. In fact, if she brought home an elephant and told them she was going to make little werephalants, they wouldn’t care.
    Because she was deemed inferior.
    His smoldering green eyes held concern. “Then what else is there, honey? I thought we’d talked everything out when