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dinner?”
    He was too tempting and it was a long time since she’d dated anyone fun. “Dinner. Yes.” Get a grip, Megan. “We’re clubbing afterward. You can join us if you like.”
    “I’d like.”
    I’d like to kiss you. The thought danced in front of her and she struggled for composure, fisting her hands to prevent her slipping them around his neck. A hint of a threaded string necklace peeked out of his T-shirt and she concentrated on that instead. “Your necklace is cool. Do you have a pendant on it?”
    “Yeah.” He slipped his fingers down his neckline and tugged out the twisted threads. A sliver of sparkly black stone hung in the middle. “It’s hematite crystal. My sister gave it to me.” He paused, and his eyes opened wide, a frown appearing on his tanned forehead. “Shit.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m late. I have to be somewhere.”

Chapter 4
    “I have to, uh…” meet some wolves? Talk with a bunch of shifters? “Meet some business associates.” It sounded lame, even to Sasha. His gut tightened at the disappointment he saw in her eyes. Come on, Sash. Think. Otherwise she’ll be hightailing it out of here. “Come with me.” Her eyes widened and she eased back, creating a space between them. “No, really. I just need to say hello, and sort out another time to meet them, and then, yeah.” He unleashed the full force of his most charming smile. “I’ll buy you dinner.”
    “Business associates?” Her nose wrinkled in the most adorable way. “What kind of business?”
    Pack business. He tried to think of an acceptable alternative. “My cousin makes furniture. He, um, wants to sell it here.”
    “Oh.” Her brown eyes peered at him as though she tried to read his thoughts, and then she shrugged. “Okay. And besides, I work in marketing. I might be able to help you.” Did she believe him? It seemed too easy. “Lou and Nessa are meeting me back here in an hour.”
    Okay. He might be able to wing this. He held out one hand and waggled his fingers. “You coming?” Her palm felt cool and smooth, and very comfortable in his grasp. Little tingles ran up his arm and he stared at her for a second. It’s like she was a magnet and he was made of metal. He had to touch her. His wolf, previously pacing up and down, settled at the contact. Weird.
    The meet was only a short walk away, a quiet, but slightly seedy bar compared to the glossy places on the waterfront. He felt Megan’s hesitation when they set foot inside. “I promise, we’ll only stay a few minutes.” His keen nose identified the shifters immediately. Four enormous men huddled round a small table, several empty glasses and bottles already on the surface. With their coffee colored skin and thick black hair, they looked like native Maori, but Sasha knew they were wolves. They also knew immediately that Megan was human.
    Four sets of brilliant blue eyes glared at her and Sasha sighed inwardly. Not the best start. He stuck out his free hand. “I’m Sasha Llewellyn, and this is Megan.” Silence. The largest of the four glanced at Sasha’s outstretched hand and sniffed.
    “We know who you are. Jake asked me to give you five minutes, but if you’re the best your pack has to offer, I’m not impressed.”
    He could feel Megan about to join the conversation, such as it was, and he quickly jumped in before she could speak. “I got delayed on the way here, I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He could imagine Jake’s fury if he didn’t appease them, and skipping out was not looking a viable option. “Let me get some drinks and then we can talk.”
    Silence. Sasha scanned the table top and noted the brand of local beer. “Black ales all round?” Grudging nods. He smiled and tried to look confident. Shee-it. This was heading toward clusterfuck proportions. Squeezing Megan’s fingers he nodded toward the bar, but she ignored him and slipped her hand free. Leaning forward over the table, cleavage on show, she beamed