His Stubborn Mate

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e said q

ther arm, undaunted. His eyes

our name?

a hook into her private self. She decided to give him a fake name. jill, or monica,

name tenderly, savo

d. "Just

Jacob. It's a pleasure to meet you l

with confused excitement. Six foot two and over two hundred pounds of lean, rock- solid masculinity standing there, water streaming off

e sit down?" His voic

she re

quivering heat. She lick her lips nervously, helpless to look away. She was locked

t , secret little ache of yearning was blossoming deep inside her body, and he was doing it to her deliberately, with his hazel, laugh

herself to stop wiggling, and gave him a " don't - mess -wi

t from me , you're not going to

w that's impossible, we are mate,we can't live without each other. "Go ah

y on the handle of her cup. "I ap

e commented. " you're

. " She shoved past him, and instantly realized that it was a mistake to have touch him, e

r as he followed her stubbo

, Annie," he persist

l of chili and coffee,"

r a twenty. " The la

ke swatting an oak branch. She held out her ten to the girl behind the registe

arm, handed the girl

e fumbled for her keys. She had to rely on herself, and herself alone, even as omega ,ever since she was a kid. It was the one thing in her life tha

ed the key into the ignition, hands shaking. He kept knocking, gentle but in

and i can never live you, but If you really, truly want me stop to following you for somet

ow *tell him to get lost, her sensible self urged

reathless instant. She couldn't back down now . She was too intrigued. Besides, maybe could teach him a thing or two, and wiped that smu

e shot him a sidelong, provocative gla

aid, putting the truck in gear. She lurched

his face like a torch, and sh