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His mouth flattened "I’m Trick Hardy, one of Lydia’s pack et to that later "You and I used to play together as kids"

"Huh" No, Frankie didn’t reh Black pepper, charred pinewood, and s, sole--well, that was new Her wolf stirred, intrigued by the rich scent and the darkly doht of hi look at him He was, in a word, ripped Not in a "someone obviously loves steroids" here he’d have to turn sideways just to fit through a door--Frankie didn’t go for that look No, Trick Hardy was perfectly toned and spilled a raw aniy All that roped muscle, sleek skin, and the dips and lines of the six-pack beneath his shirtYeah, God was a seriously creative being

Trick’s dark-ringed mocha-brown eyes were as sharp as they arm His short hair was the color of deep-brown leather, but it wasn’t so short that a girl couldn’t get a firh, and they gave hierous look that was accentuated by the claw marks that scarred one side of his face The black, tribal, warriorlike tattoo sleeve on his left are

Basically he was a broad-shouldered tower of supreirl could very happily feast on

He was also a little unnerving Notabout the way he looked at herit flustered her Put her on edge There was a determination there she didn’t understand A need that was fierce and wild and called to so that le

What the fuck was that all about?

Frankie didn’t ever have such eleuys Hell, it usually took a little foreplay to wrench those kinds of responses froht and scent of thisitself for hi to like or so Hopefully he wasn’t much of a talker, because his lazy drawl played across her nerve endings, and that would not help cool her blood at all

Frankie flicked a glance at the coffeehouse "I take it Lydia’s inside?"

"She is" He opened the door and gestured for her to enter first

With a nod of thanks, Frankie did so It was a busy place; most of the bistro tables were taken, and there was a hell of a queue A hand landed on her back, and she almost ju in the corner, near the " Keeping his hand on her back, Trick led her to the table The scents of coffee, spices, and baked goods didn’t override Francesca’s tantalizing scent--it was like it had es His anted to roll around in it like a pup and wear it on his fur

As they approached, Lydia rose and rubbed her palenuine "Francesca, hi I’m Lydia This is my mate, Cam And these are two of our pack , feeling aard and a little dubious Not because she was intioing on Lydia and the baby-faced Ca, but the way they looked at her with such familiarityYeah, it was just aard

"Please sit down," invited Lydia

Trick pulled out a chair for Francesca, and, flicking hilance, she took it He sank into the chair beside hers When he’d first arrived, his concern had been for Lydia He’d been prepared to step in if Francesca decided to dish out any attitude Now Francesca’s feelings were his primary concern His protective streak was a live wire around her, and his pack mates now took a back seat Funny how one little person could shift his priorities so quickly

The situation shouldn’t have felt strange for hier to find his true ured he’d take it in his stride--that he’d just accept she was his and act on it But Trick found hiered Like he’d been hit by a two-by-four His h to touch The ?" Trick asked her, but she gave a quick shake of her head without even looking his way Trick’s wolf growled, wanting her attention