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The perfect shade of brunette, her hair in French braids and azure-blue eyes that make my heart convulse in my chest The way she looks like she’s the od could have created, with those pouty lips, cherub cheeks, and an ass for days My drea and drooling and screaedmine, mine, mine…

Fuck, stop

I can’t I can’t give into that side of ht it

And I have my reasons

I shake et the scent of her out of et my head back on my work But, the vision of her ass in those painted on, too-fucking-tight jeans she wore that first day drive my hammer onto the nail head so hard it splits the oak board down the center

“God damn it!”

But, it’s not justhand possessive, ready to fight to the death to get to her

Growing up in the Badlands Territory as a shifter has its pros and cons It’s great to have general acceptance in the co areas But, forIf it wasn’t for o

The bad part is, it’s hard to pretend you are like s you’ve been told your life will be like aren’t going to come true That shifters don’t have to be the way they’ve been for as far back as the stories go

“Rag!” I hear Wayne call, and I turn around, watching hi on

I’ when it co trades, but my real talent—and what I was hired to do in this McMansion—is high-end finish work on intricatewithdays and hard work

“What?” I snap, and he smiles as he raises his hands

“Dude” He co irritable with everyone lately “You gonna get so? Because your mood has been for shit for a month”

“What do you need?” I bark back and he shakes his head, reaching down and pulling the thick leather toolbelt up on his hips, then he jerks a pointed thumb over his shoulder toward the toolshed

“We’re outta gas for the generator and the air compressor You want me to run the truck to the station and fill up the tank in the bed?”