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ordering her into the office for a meeting, it irritated her.
"Broken Butte isn't a large town," Megan lectured Braden as they drove past the city limit sign just
before noon. "We're a very close-knit community. We don't mind outsiders, but we don't like
governmental types." She sneaked a look from the comer of her eye as he slouched in his seat, his
Stetson pulled low to shade his eyes.
Damn, he looked good in that hat. And she didn't want to remember how good he looked; didn't want
to acknowledge it. She was still burning from his touch the night before, so desperate to be taken it
was a wonder she hadn't gone to his bed last night.
"I promise I'm housebroken, Megan," he drawled.
"Only because it suits you at the moment." She grunted, shifting in her seat as she entered the outer
edges of town.
She was aware of the long look he directed at her. It was impossible not to be aware of it. Her body
was so highly sensitive now that she swore she could feel his gaze raking over her.
"Megan, sweetheart," he chastised her, his voice deepening to an outrageously sensual pun: "I
promise to behave myself. Jonas assures me I passed Civility with flying colors."
He had been like this all morning. Gently sardonic, watching her, his gaze patient as he seemed to
wait on something. He could wait until hell froze over. It didn't matter what he wanted, she was
determined to deny him.
Of course, she knew exactly what she wanted. Or rather, what her body wanted.
No way, no how. Whatever the hell was wrong with her, she was not giving in to it. She clenched her
thighs together tighter, very well aware of Braden's carefully drawn breath. He could smell her
arousal and that was just pissing her off.
"Would you stop it," she hissed as she pulled into the parking lot of the sheriff's office. "You start
walking around sniffing the damned air and everyone is going to know exactly what you are. And for
God's sake, keep those damned teeth hidden. One flash of that vampire smile of yours and little
children will run screaming."
He smiled slowly. "Actually, most seem rather interested in it. I believe that fake Breed teeth even
went on sale at the malls this year. I hear the Breed Pride is making a mint from the sales." Megan
pulled into the first available parking spot before laying her head on the steering wheel and shaking it
in defeat.
"It's okay, baby." She started when his hand stroked slowly down her back. "I'll make it all better
when we get home."
Her head snapped up. "You are certifiably insane." She groaned, shaking off his touch as he chuckled
devilishly.
"Keep your damned paws to yourself."
His grin was rakish as he tipped his hat back a bare inch, his eyes filled with mirth.
Megan shivered at the look. She would have moaned but she'd be damned if she would give him the
satisfaction.
"Let's go." She released her seat belt before pushing open the door and stepping out. "Lance is already
pissed off enough at me. I don't need to be late for this meeting to make it worse."
"Remind me to find a less confrontational partner the next time." He sighed as she frowned at him
darkly. "You, Megan, are becoming downright hostile. For a woman who smells so sweet and warm,
your attitude leaves much to be desired."
She just bet it did. If he kept this up she was going to show him the working end of her pistol and let
him see just how confrontational she could really get.
"You know," he said, "I bet if you try real hard, you could stand right here and figure out just what this
mysterious meeting is all about." Braden stopped several feet from the steps that led to the double
doors.
She stared back at him in horror before glancing around to make certain no one heard his blasphemous
words.
"Would you shut up," she snapped.
His brows arched questioningly. "Come on, Megan. It would be easy. Just give it a little try."
With a sneer she brushed past him and headed up the steps. She heard his sigh a second before a
small, amused grunt of laughter preceded him up the steps.
"Well, you could have at least tried." He managed to grab the door handle before she did, pulling it
open with a flourish as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Deputy Jenson's fury slapped at her as she passed his office. It was always present the dark
violence, the thirst for blood. He wasn't one of the good guys, but until he broke the right rule, Lance
couldn't get rid of him. That edge of violence nagged at her until Braden moved closer, distracting her
with his clean male scent and aura of male arousal that whipped around her senses.
Megan breathed in deeply, ducking her head as she gritted her teeth and moved purposefully to
Lance's office at the end of the building. Separated from the main offices by the visiting rooms, it leant
a less emotionally chaotic feel.
Lance was a calm person, not given to violence, though with a ragged edge of bitterness that saddened
Megan. He was still one of the easiest people to be around.
She knocked on his door.
"In," Lance snapped.
Megan cast Braden a frowning glance as she gripped the doorknob, feeling Lance's anger seeping
through the panel.
"What did you do?' she hissed, not in the least taken in by his innocent look.
"Me?" He arched his brow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I've been a good Leo, darlin'. What
did you do?'
She snorted at his reply before pushing the door open and stepping into the room.
She was aware of the tension that snapped around her the minute she entered the room. Though she
had been unaware of the other inhabitant standing across the room. And she bet he was a Breed.
Dangerous, powerful, and not in the best of moods.
His eyes narrowed the instant she walked in, and heat flooded her face as he raised his head and
inhaled quickly.
Son of a bitch. What did they do, go around sniffing every woman in the world like a potential meal?
So she was horny. Hadn't they ever smelled a horny woman before? Or was she somehow different?
The ridiculous thought caused her to turn and glare at Braden. He closed the door behind him and
stared at the room's other occupant with a faintly questioning look. Evidently, he was just as surprised
as she was.
"Jonas." His voice was cautious as Megan stepped to the side, closer to Lance's desk.
"Braden." The other man inclined his head slowly, his odd, silver eyes shifting to Megan then to
Braden once again.
He was an imposing figure. As tall as Braden; muscular, savage. But this one Jonas  could easily
be a killer. Megan could feel the darkness that surrounded him, the emotions that clashed within him
like lightning in the middle of a thunderhead. Rage, dark and barely contained, fought for freedom. But
she could also sense honor, pain, regret. The regret was nearly as thick as the rage. All the emotions
were subdued though, barely noticeable as an aura of control and determination held them back.
"Is there a problem, Lance?" She looked to her cousin.
"Megan, meet Jonas Wyatt. You saw him the night the Coyotes were picked up at your house," Lance
reminded her with a cold edge to his voice.
Megan nodded.
"What's going on?'Braden didn't seem inclined to beat around the bush. He moved in front of her,
facing Jonas.
She moved to go around him, only to raise her brows as he shifted in front of her, blocking her once
again.
Jonas's irritable growl as she pushed Braden out of the way had her eyes narrowing on him.
"Lance?' She turned to her cousin, growing tired of the disapproving frown Jonas Wyatt had leveled
on her.
"Ask him." He waved his hand toward the Breed. "He called the meeting with a demand for secrecy. I
just live to serve."
Megan winced. Evidently he had received an order from very high up to serve, otherwise he wouldn't
be nearly as pissed.
Jonas flicked Lance a cool look. "I do apologize, Mr. Jacobs. The need for secrecy was high. The
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