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"If she loses her inheritance, we could have more trouble if one of her male cousins inherits the castle instead Wouldn’t a , and insistent than a feave Enrick a look that asked if he was serious

Enrick shrugged "If one of her cousins dees, we’ll have to But the lass is…well, a lass And with all your charismatic ith a wo your point of view on running the estates"

"Nay," Grant said He would not pretend interest in the wo like that "Besides, fro to her solicitor, she is very much an alpha Her cousins are betas If one were to inherit, he would be easy to manipulate"

"I still don’t understand why you chose to put her in a cha yours and not the White Room," Enrick said

"This is the only cha painted, and since we sent the women of our pack away for the next teeks, I couldn’t just have another female stay with her"

Enrick s to shower Either you or Lachlan watch her for me in the meantime, will you?"

"As you wish"

Enrick joined Lachlan in the lady’s cha of the way the lass’s skirt caressed his bare legs and how her nipples pressed against her blouse, he instantly becaet the oil and sweat off his skin, when someone flushed the toilet

Immediately, his ater turned to hot and nearly scalded hilass door and looked from Enrick to Colleen

"Closest bathroom," Enrick said as Colleen tossed her dinner into the ceramic bowl

"Bloody hell," Grant said under his breath and yanked a towel off a rack, but he didn’t cover himself in tiot an eyeful of his aroused state

Chapter 4

"Are you ready to return to bed, lass?" Enrick asked Colleen, offering her a hand up fro his towel around his waist or he would have aided her

What else could go wrong tonight?

"I don’t think your whisky agreed without of control" She took another gander at Grant’s towel, and he couldn’t help but be a wee bit amused

She took Enrick’s hand and stood, then rinsed her face in the sink and dried it with a towel as he held on to her elbow to keep her fro

Grant let out his breath "Go to the kitchen and get her so to settle her stomach, will you, Enrick? I’ll take it from here"

With his arm around her waist to keep her steady, Grant returned Colleen to the lady’s roohts, should be hers Her husband--or for wolves, mate--should be in the room Grant now slept in But she couldn’t stay in the roonify that they were attached Nor would he give up his bed to sleep elsewhere, which would also cause conjecture on his people’s part--ht, no problem But months, a year? He couldn’t allow it