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smiled at her and waved.
    Ryland watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and as her body crumpled. He caught her as she fell, cradling her head.
    He glared at Soren. “You are such a shit. Do you ever stop flirting?”
    Soren grinned and picked up her fallen backpack. “Never waste an opportunity, big brother. That’s my motto.”
    Ignoring Soren, Ryland carried the woman into Cabin 12.
    * * * *
    Despite his attempt to appear unfazed, Soren’s mind raced.
    A few short moments ago, he was ready to take out his frustrations on his holier-than-thou brother before they got interrupted by what appeared to be a teeny human woman racing through the woods, on the run from something.
    Now, his brother was carrying all 5’3” luscious inches of woman in his arms. And they were naked. He’d found himself in similar situations before, but never with his brother.
    Interesting, but off-putting, to say the least.
    What was weirder was he’d shifted for the first time in at least five years. He was startled at how good it felt to let loose. Such freedom. He’d spent years learning how to channel and master his instincts and urges, making him a better musician, one who could summon those emotions on demand. It had been a long time since he’d just let go and gave himself the liberty to be what he truly was.
    He didn’t know whether to be aroused or alarmed. Had he been mistaken in denying his bear for so long? Probably.
    Ryland wasn’t far off the mark when he said Soren deserted his kind. He’d avoided the shifter world for years, ignored the nagging voice inside his head constantly reminding him of how he neglected his own people. It was just less complicated that way. He didn’t like to be with people who made him think of the inner beast he’d forsaken years ago.
    It was easier living among humans, pretending he was human.
    The woman in Ryland’s arms was human. And she’d definitely make a good bed companion. With her soft belly, swelling bosom, and perfumed hair.
    Soren watched as Ryland brought her into the cabin and gently laid her on the bed without saying a word. He covered her with the plaid duvet. Christ, more plaid . Ryland stroked her clammy brow.
    “Damn humans,” he muttered.
    Soren noted the change in his brother immediately. Ryland’s tone might have been gruff, as always, but Soren had seen the gentleness of his caress.
    Well, well. What have we here?
    Ryland always liked to play preacher. Even when they were kids, dealing with the emotional upheaval of being shifters, Ryland always maintained his pride. He’d never wavered, even when he and Soren were getting the snot kicked out of them by human kids for seeming different from them. He knew Ryland had a disregard for anyone who couldn’t transform into something warm and fuzzy.
    And he loved to extol the virtues of shifter women. How beautiful they were. How loyal they were. Around human women, Ryland was the untouchable one.
    But Soren knew Ryland’s emotions ran deep. And he already looked oddly curious about this woman.
    Of course, she was gorgeous. Soren dragged his gaze to her. She had long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The kind of hair that would make a sexy blanket for your chest, your stomach, or lower. And although her eyes were closed, he remembered their captivating color. A brown so light and clear they were almost amber.
    He took in other details, as well. The duvet might be obscuring them, but he could still make out the pleasant mounds of her full breasts. And he recalled the tempting sight of shapely legs and a round ass encased in tight jeans.
    He swallowed. What was wrong with him? What kind of sick impulse made him always want to steal women away from his brother?
    It was what he’d always done, good or bad. He stole women, period.
    Of course, this woman didn’t belong to Ryland. Hell, she might not be with anyone. The road could be free and clear. He glanced at her left hand and was pleased to see she wore no