Scars had just switched off the coffeemaker when he heard a knock at his front door. He paused, puzzled. One of the benefits of living way the hell up in the mountains was that he never had anyone just randomly showing up and knocking at his door. He figured it had to be Wolf, because who else could it be? Maybe he’d gotten up crazy-early, and was ready to go, and decided to come out here and pick Scars up? Then again, he had heard a car engine go by, not a bike motor, so maybe it was a lost soul, seeking directions back to the city?He strode across his living room, opened the door – and goggled down at Zoe, standing there in the morning sun, looking golden and gorgeous, balancing two steaming cups of takeout coffee and a box of pastries.“Hi,” she began, but that’s as far as she got, because Scars narrowed his eyes, said, “Oh, hell, no!” and shut the door in her face.Zoe stared at the door, sighed. OK, fair enough. She totally deserved that, and honestly, she deserved way worse. Sh
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