![]() ![]() ![]() With a murmured apology, he released his grip on the heavy mane behind the animal’s neck. The wolf under his stroking hand shifted and whined softly. The few times he’d tried it hadn’t been worth the trouble. But he had long ago lost any appetite for the entanglements that came with local relationships. There were women in town who would share his bed, who would be more than willing to overlook his reputation. ![]() It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed the company of a woman, and the desires that had awakened with the coming of spring had not been satisfied. His long suntanned fingers stroked slowly through the dense fur of the wolf beside him. The townsfolk of Lovell, British Columbia, might not care for strangers, but he occasionally had use for them. There were people moving about as there always were, even in this isolated place-but she stood out. From here he could see the main street with its clumps of buildings, a warren of human habitation surrounded by wilderness. His keen sight picked her out from his vantage atop one of the rocky cliffs that formed sentinels on either side of the narrow two-lane highway that led into town. ![]()
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