LEAH I pushed through the double glass doors of the lobby, still staring at Santos’s final text message. The arrogant jerk had agreed to come to dinner tomorrow, but only after making me squirm first. A tiny, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of my lips, but before I could completely process the strange, fluttering feeling in my chest, my shoulder slammed hard into something solid. "Oh, I am so sorry—" I began, stumbling back. A pair of steady hands caught my forearms, bracing me. "Whoa there, careful!" I looked up, blinking. Standing in front of me was a stunningly handsome man with a shock of vibrant, deep red hair and a bright, charming smile that probably sold millions of magazine covers. I instinctively took a quiet breath, expecting the familiar scent of a wolf, but there was nothing. No pheromones, no heavy territorial weight. He wasn't a werewolf. He wasn't human either. But as I looked closer at his sharp jawline and the structure of his face, a sudden wave of
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