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break.”
    He gazed at her with pride, and she knew she wouldn’t. Hell, she’d do anything for him – she’d already forfeited all men for him over the last ten years. To accept two others as a part of her – as a part of them – she could do that too. It was the ‘how’ of it she couldn’t work out. She took a deep breath and asked outright what they’d all skirted around for the last three weeks. The moon was waxing now, and they could no longer ignore what it demanded from them. “How are we all going to survive this arrangement?”
    He smiled wryly, with a hint of sadness that didn’t quite win over the smile, and shrugged his shoulders in that carefree way he always did. “I hear Sambuca helps.”
    She laughed through the uncompromising reality they faced, and found herself thinking that as long as Ryan was there to bring on the happy, just maybe, they’d all pull through.
     
    ~*~
     
    Taylor watched Sarah through her bridal boutique shop window, hoping he was standing far enough back so he didn’t look creepy to anyone who might catch him staring.
    He hadn’t been planning on coming to see her – not again. But he’d had to, because he needed to say goodbye. Properly.
    A month ago, Ryan had been abducted by The Trident, and Taylor had had no choice but to turn away from his past to help find him. And then there was Lydia.
    Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he’d betrayed the only woman he’d ever loved.
    Okay, so maybe that was a tad over-the-top, but not really, because all those things were true. It didn’t matter to him that Sarah couldn’t remember who he was, or their history as a couple, or their marriage … nor that their togetherness was now a complete impossibility, what with him being a werewolf and all.
    But for a couple of minutes, wrapped up in Lydia’s heady need, he had forgotten. He’d forgotten his wife. And therein lay the betrayal.
    He blinked back tears and glanced up at her again. She stood on the other side of the window pane and laughed at something her colleague and friend, Beth, was saying.
    Beth couldn’t remember him either. Thanks to Lawrence and ‘procedure’, all those nearest and dearest to Sarah and himself had had their minds wiped of the knowledge of his existence – not one of the perks of turning from human to werewolf.
    All evidence of who he was had been removed from his home, and from the home of his parents. Official computer files had been hacked into, marriage certificates had been deleted and replaced with deed poll certificates; Lawrence’s underground contacts had done the same with the hard copies they could get hold of.
    “That’s not possible!” Taylor had exclaimed, in a rage at the time. “You can’t get rid of everything. People will find photos, letters, notes they’ve made in their own diaries…”
    “Yes, they might,” had been Lawrence’s reply. “And you’d be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.”
    Lawrence had been right.
    And Taylor had been forgotten.
    He pricked his ears, not really wanting to eavesdrop, but needing to hear Sarah’s voice one last time.
    “Bethany Michaels, you are impossible!” she shrieked.
    “I’m only saying what you won’t. He’s a hunk, admit it. A tall, dark, exotic hunk who wants to bed you, and you must be a fucking nun, because it’s been three weeks since you met him and you’re going to have to remove the cobwebs from your vagina with forceps soon, they’re growing into intelligent life form—”
    Whoa! Fuck!
    He pulled right out of that conversation and spun around so fast he almost fell over.
    Oh, shit.
    His stomach churned. There’s someone else.
    Of course, there’s someone else, you dimwit! How in the world would a woman like Sarah – kind, caring, funny and beautiful – not find someone else?
    Still, he