Sleep didn’t come that easy for Kate. She lay awake for hours, staring up at the ceiling and hoping the rhythmic whump of the fan overhead would lull her to sleep. It didn’t. It didn’t do much to cool off the room either. Naked and drenched with sweat, she panted like a bitch in heat, trying to breathe in the heavy air. Finally, afraid she would wake Shiloh, she decided to let him have the bed to himself. She sat up and brushed aside the long hair plastered to her face and neck. Freeing the tangled sheets from around her feet, she slipped out of bed and crept noiselessly through the house. The air, thick with moisture, wasn’t any better in the living room. She went into the kitchen and opened the freezer, grabbed a few ice cubes, and held them against her heated neck, then down her chest. The cold made her nipples pebble, and once again her thoughts turned to the Lycans. Her mind whirled in mass confusion, her thoughts returning to the two men again and again. She had a million questions, starting with where had they come from and ending with why were they here.
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