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up, and she didn t have to listen to him bitch at her about the night before.
 He wants to talk to you though.
 I don t want to talk to him. She glanced toward the living room.  Maybe
Jere and I can slip out of here while he is still busy.
 We did discuss you and me running some errands today. Samantha shot a
worried look toward the living room.  But he would be pissed if we left
without saying anything.
 I have things I need to do.
His actions weren t justified, and he needed to learn she wouldn t be at his
beck and call just because Jere was his daughter.
Maybe she had run to him every time he wanted to fuck when they were younger,
but that was then. Things were different now, and she was not his slut. As far
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as she could see, Johann owed her an apology for his intrusion last night.
Hell, she might have known her Cariboolunewulf a lot better if Johann hadn t
sniffed his way into the picture.
The phone rang, and she reached for it, making eye contact with Johann, who
leaned against the wall in the living room. His dark blue eyes penetrated
through her, triggering her defenses, and she turned away before she snarled
at him. That would only make matters worse.
 Hello. She cradled the phone, and went to get cereal for her daughter.
Jere took the hint, and climbed into one of the chairs at the table.
 I need to speak with Johann Rousseau, a baritone drawled.
 He s busy right now. Simone grabbed milk and put it on the table. She sat
down and poured cereal into two bowls.
 Is this his queen bitch? The male voice seemed to purr into her ear.
Simone watched Samantha ease into the chair next to her, holding the round
bulge of her tummy with her hand. Her friend seemed to glow this morning.
 No. Did you want to talk to her?
 Simone. The way he said her name sent chills racing over her skin.
She held her spoon in midair when she realized who the caller was.
Rock.
Her mouth went dry, while heat raced through her body, pooling between her
legs, cum soaking her inner thighs. Just the man s voice over the phone sent
her senses into overdrive. She fumbled for coherency, trying to get her mind
to work, and to think of something to say. Images of his naked body teased her
ruthlessly, making rational thought impossible.
 This is Simone. Her voice cracked, and Samantha looked her way, an eyebrow
rising.
Her emotions saturated the air around them. Jere looked at her confused, not
understanding the barrage of scents her mother released. And Samantha had a
look of concern, maybe even worry. She didn t like either of their reactions.
No man ever controlled her with the simple use of her name. What was wrong
with her?
 What are you doing today? His words curled around her, teasing her with the
roughness of his deep tone.
She opened her mouth to tell him she had errands, of her plans to look for
work, and to enroll Jere in a preschool. But what would be the purpose in all
of that? He didn t care about her daily itinerary. And she sure didn t answer
to him. Granted, she wanted to sample what he had to offer. And if she played
her cards right, it seemed likely he would fuck her. But he didn t own her,
and she wouldn t fall for a man who would control and bully her.
When are you ever going to learn?She took a deep breath and forced her
emotions under control. He was just another werewolf. Regardless of his size,
he would use her and walk away, just like all the others. She needed to learn
to take charge of the using. That way her feelings would not be involved, and
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she wouldn t get hurt.
 I haven t decided what I m going to do today, she said, relaxing and
feeling a bit of control return to her overheated senses.  And who is this
calling?
 This is Rock Toubec. He paused, while she repeated his name in her head.
Rock Toubec. She liked the sound of it. Hard, just like he was.  Do you have
so many men calling you that you can t identify them?
Simone chuckled, forcing her cheer into the conversation, even though her
heart pounded in her chest.
 Well now, darling. I ve only been in town a few days. Give me a chance. Not
that many people know that I am here yet.
 Good. Calm satisfaction rang through in his response.  I will be busy most
of the day, so I won t be able to get to you until after supper. What time is
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