"Kat crept down the stairs as quietly as humanly possible, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She held her breath as she listened for any sounds coming from the house, but thankfully, there was only silence. She had packed her stuff quickly and dressed, hoping to be gone before anyone woke. The pack had accepted her without question, and she was going to miss each and every one of them. Not to mention their Alpha. Kat's throat tightened at the thought of Luke, once again her eyes welling with tears. Damn it to hell! She had to stop pining over the arrogant ass. He would have most likely just used her and tossed her aside anyway. That's what those self-centered, mangy curs were famous for! They all thought that they were doing the women of the world a favor with their stud services. Just as Kat reached out to grab the handle of the front door, a slow, silky voice stopped her cold, and her entire body stiffened with awareness. Oh, Crap! "Just where do you think you're going, Red?” Luke asked, and Kat turned to find him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a mug of steaming coffee in his hand. Her entire body heated at the sight of him standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants slung low on his tapered waist. His gloriously tan, muscled chest was bare, and she swallowed hard. Good Lord! The man was beyond sexy, and Kat felt her blood rushing through her veins like a tidal wave, causing her skin to grow warm in an instant. He had that sultry, just woke up look that made her weak in the knees. "I'm leaving," she said, trying desperately to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Abby's fine, Argramon is gone, there's nothing to keep me here any longer. I’m getting bored, and I've got a life to get back to.” Luke set his coffee down on a nearby end table and walked over to her, his eyes intense. He studied her silently a moment before running his finger up her arm, causing her to shiver. "Would your leaving have anything to do with your early morning phone call?" he asked softly, his gaze boring into hers, and Kat began to fidget nervously. "Yes and no," she lied, damning his bionic wolf hearing. "It was a friend checking up on me, and it made me realize that I need to get back. My…my job is probably already gone as it is.” Luke leaned in towards her, his mouth dangerously close to hers. "Male or female friend?" he asked, his warm breath caressing her lips like a gentle breeze, and she could smell mint and spice…and Luke. "That is none of your business, wolf-boy,” she replied, bristling slightly. Luke chuckled, his eyes gleaming, and brushed his lips across hers with the lightest of touches. Kat jerked back, hitting her head on the front door with a sound thump, then proceeded to spit out a string of very unladylike curses as she glared at him. "You seem a bit on edge, Katrina,” he whispered, his silky, smooth tone causing that damn, pesky little shiver to run up her spine once again. She fought it with every ounce of strength that she had, but the coiling of heat in her belly had other ideas. It hit her full on with a mighty wave."
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