Freakn' Shifters
"Now, can we go inside? My back is killing me and I want to open presents."
Francine lingered for a moment, watching the direction Mitchell disappeared in, wondering what it would take to make him claim her. Did his wolf not get agitated whenever they met? Of course, they'd not seen each other in years, through no fault of her own. That man knew how to freakn' run and hide. But still, seeing him again, all delicious six-foot-three inches of him, her bitch went haywire, her heart sped up, and a tingle swept through her body.
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