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He chuckled. “I hope I dispelled that theory a few minutes ago.”

Paris had never had wild sex like that before. She pointed to the stains. “Where did those come from?”

She swore he blushed. “You were a tad bit aggressive with your nails.”

“I would never do that.” When she examined them, however, there was a bit of skin under her nails. What the hell was going on? “You’re right. I need to take a shower.”

“I’ll be in the living room with your drink when you’re done.”

She was raging with heat, but the caffeine would perk her up. “Thank you.”

As soon as Grayson stepped out of the bedroom, Paris headed into the bathroom. From the way her pussy was stinging and the fact her nipples were tender to the touch, the sex had been intense. It wasn’t that she didn’t remember it, but the whole experience had been a little surreal.

Not wanting to keep Grayson or the others back at the motel waiting, she hurried. Needing to cool down, she set the knob to low. Paris still couldn’t believe she’d had sex—with a werewolf no less. Instead of dwelling on the past, she focused on washing up. When she finished, she stepped out of the shower. A second later, Grayson entered the bathroom.

“Do you have any hydrogen peroxide?” he asked.

“Under the sink. Why?”

“If you don’t put some of it on the sheets, the blood might stain.”

Who was this man? “Did your mom teach you that?”

“Actually, it was my grandmother.”

For some reason, she hadn’t pictured him having any relatives, which was dumb. Everyone had relatives, whether they were good or bad.

He bent down and retrieved the bottle. “I’ll clean it up.”

Werewolf or not, Paris had never met a man that considerate. She finished drying and then stepped into the bedroom to put on fresh clothes and pack a few different outfits for the next couple of days.

She then followed the delicious coffee scent into the kitchen.

“Aren’t you having any coffee?” she asked when she spotted only one cup.

“I’m good. Go ahead and drink up. I called Rider. He and the men just got back.”

That meant they couldn't dawdle. Paris sat at the table and sipped the brew. It was strong and good. Within a minute, she could feel the energy return to her body.

There was a coffee maker in the motel room, so she grabbed the rest of the bag to take with her. As soon as Grayson came out of the bedroom with her suitcase, she placed her cup in the sink and rinsed it. “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.”

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

When Parisand Grayson entered the motel room, Rider stilled.

What seemed like rage crossed his face. He sniffed and then looked over at Grayson. “You two had sex?”

She wasn’t in the mood to deal with his bad attitude. The man hadn’t been all that civil since she’d met him. Paris marched up to him. “Yes. What of it?”

Grayson rushed over and grabbed her shoulders. “Easy now. You need to sit down.”

“Why should I? I’m tired of people telling me what to do.”

Grayson turned her around. “I just thought you’d like to rest.”

Ugly thoughts slammed into her head. “I’m more alive than I’ve been in a long time. I don't need to rest.”